Music: Daniel Sewell/Miguel Oliveira/Stephanie Rezendes
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Who gon' stop me?
Pull up with a old ho, she got a brand new body
Watch so rocky, chain heavy
Just to put it on, somebody gotta spot me
Grip on the fit, used to wear Rick
Ten years ago, now I'm on some new shit
I'm a gatekeep this, I ain't tryna put you on
**** always wanna go and cop the shit I'm having on
Attitude stank, money in the bank
Out here having thangs, doing shit you **** can't
Hopping out the back, got it like that
Chauffeur gon' drive while you begging for a ride
While y'all outside, a **** overseas
With my feet kicked up, feel the breeze in Belize
I'm too OG, y'all can be a **** kid
Rapping 'bout the shit that a **** really did
I done came up chain tucked
These **** thirsty, ****ed up
You gon' take what? Well, try
Guaranteed I put trademarks on your eyes
Aint no way? Okay
**** looking like they got something to say
Are you okay? Need help?
Why you looking at me? Go and ask someone else
Whatever the case
No way you can stop this money, gon' keep getting paid
Whatever the case
All day, gonna hustle, hustle hard on the paper chase
Whatever the case
No way you can stop this money, gon' keep getting paid
Whatever the case
All day, gonna hustle, hustle hard on the paper chase
Yeah
Yeah
Okay (Okay)
Bad Dragon, need a stash in my cape, mmm-mmm
That faggot, I ain't pumpin' the brakes, mmm-mmm
Bad bitch, give a **** what you say, me and Danny in the cage
We doin' shit that ain't safe, BROKIE got this shit jumpin'
California bitch out of Old Town, straight stuntin'
Crash on 'em, put a dent in my stick, finna stay drummin'
ISSBROKIE too thick so my body stay jumpin'
Yeah, too much swag for a thot
Everyone I know keep sticks and big chops
Real racks on my wrist, I needed a tick-tock
Y'all get plays from a bot just so you could get guap, like ugh
Bitch, you disgust me
How come it's politics whenever oldheads discuss me? Uh
Y'all rappers can't touch me
How you gon' comment some hater shit, still tryna **** me? Uh
For real, it's so ugly
I do this shit for the art, it just come with the money, uh
These hoes wanna stop me
I'll put a stick through they neck, now I'm lookin' like Buffy
Blonde bitch with the LV shades, pumpin' chronic (Okay)
On God, know you're rat, cash on ISS
I'ma keep my view like a promise
And I know I look like a third white chick (Okay)
Tyler Perry be my stylist, honest, huh
Me and Danny in the spot like bullseye
Quit hatin', boy, come out the closet
ISSBROKIE