​broke Glo (Ft. che & ​jssr)

[Verse 1: jssr]
That boy broke, please go get him out them slums, like, with yo' broke ass
To-Tote with that choppa on my hip, that shit got scope, yeah
Big money all up in my pockets, I can't float, yeah
Big-Big cash just all up in my account, I'm in my mode, yeah
Hahahaha, hahahaha (Go)
Got like fifty rounds, like bitch, I got that big ol' mag (Haha)
Got like sixty pounds, like, yeah, the feds gon' throw up flags
I-I got big guns, I can't put with no goddamn laser tag (On God)

[Verse 2: glofromda4]
Yeah-Yeah, on God, caught that boy, I swear we did him bad
Used-Used to ride in city cabs, tryna see them titties bad
Draco with a fifty mag
You don't wanna get me mad
I'm chillin' in Ella, I-I put on Margiela
Then I called Marrgielaa, he-he applying pressure
That talkin' shit be extra, I get yo' ass set up
I get that boy wet up, told him, "Keep his head up"
Yo' thot give me pleasure
Like he sneeze, choppa bless ya

[Verse 3: che]
(Slatt-slatt, yeah)
See how dat choppa gon' bless that bitch, nigga
Rah-ah-ah, extended clips, nigga
Wish you knew I could trip, nigga
Yeah, talk on the gang, you could sit with 'em
Fuck bad bitches in Hilfiger
It's with G-L-O, crackin' a seal with him (Yeah)
That drug make me feel different
I pop my body a Perky
Internet niggas be lurking
And if I [?] all, see a nigga jerky
I will not buy her a Birkin
Bad ass ho, she get to slurping
Ha, caught that nigga lead and we murking
I cannot fuck with no bitch, that's for certain