JAMS! Lyrics ISSBROKIE
Pipe bomb
Yuh, this is practice
Look, yeah
Look, I got the beats and the jams
*** make yo’ mans prolly tweak off a gram
Took weeks off the Gram ’cause my comments tryna speak on_the_plan
How_the *** I’m_finna beef wit’_a fan?
Heat fo’ ya mans if he really tryna tweet ’bout the fam
That control, alt, delete in my hand
Grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon’ break the speakers again
It’s impossible to sleep on yo’ aunt
Get up outta bed, tryna get *** done
My old friends on my *** like they expect some
A broke *** never gave away a penny once
My flow switch day and night like the setting sun
If a rapper want beef, then it’s wellington
*** a beef, ***, open up the Eddison
Or FL, make a track, how you can’t outrun
The broke shawty wit’ the guns
When it’s said and done, I’m tryna buy my mom a house on the beach
Type clout you can’t teach
Cop land on a hill, that’s a house you can’t reach
All blue, a *** bills
I ain’t even rolled deep, but if you tryna get killed, then come for me
Like, “Aw, ***,” smokin’ on opps ’til I get nauseous
I got profit, shawty rappin’ like God’s profit
I cough off zips, I’m off of antibiotics
I often *** a beat, I put ’em in coffins
I got this, how much longer can BROKIE talk this?
Hot ***, rappers ain’t yappin’ ’bout me, they lock-lipped
Thigh-*** socks, lil’ thotty, the gyatt got grip
Walk on ya block, I’m prolly the most poppin’
Mary Poppin, umbrella, lil’ ***, I got drip
My guap is really unstoppable
Automatic, I’m walkin’ out wit’ my dogs, Wallace and Gromit
Blonde chick, college degree, she gimmie knowledge
Boss ***, brand new merchandise gettin’ drop-shipped
Obviously flowin’, I’m goin’ ’til it’s obnoxious
I’m flawless, kick a rapper eyes out they sockets
It don’t take a problem solved to know y’all not ***, yeah, ***
I got the beats and the jams
*** make yo’ mans prolly tweak off a gram
Took weeks off the Gram ’cause my comments tryna speak on the plan
How the *** I’m finna beef wit’ a fan?
Heat fo’ ya mans if he really tryna tweet ’bout the fam
That control, alt, delete in my hand
Grip, squeeze, it don’t jam
808 gon’ break the speakers again
It’s impossible to sleep on yo’ aunt
***, it’s BROKIE