BEATEMUP!

[Intro]
Yea, I'm recording this with my titties out right now (Why are they so small?!)
Just straight up (My ass fat tho)
In the stu'
No shirt, no bra
(Ay!)

[Chorus]
Yeah, okay
Walk on his block with my mo'fuckin' fists out
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up that's how I'm living
Lil' bitch I'm a chick but I'm built like a brick house
Fuck round and find out
Beat 'em up beat 'em in front of his shawty
She all on my dick now
Indica-Indica what I been smokin'
I really be in the cut with a new stick now

[Verse]
Okay lil bitch I'm a mo'fuckin' bastard
I been abandoned so much I been dippin' on all of these rappers
Just tryna ride on a wave
Feel like every day I find out that my homies some actors
Except for the homies in karma
They real as me fucking yo' mama
Need a morning after
I just been stacking my commas
Lil' bitch I don't deal with the drama
All I hеar is laughter
While my racks gettin' biggеr
All these artists never touching a trigger
You only holdin' fuckin' guns for a picture
That shit ain't real get the fuck off of Twitter
Fuck the knife dangling by yo' finger
Boy on my life y'all more bitch than a sister
I'm packin' rappers till my blunt gettin' thicker
Like got a light? Lemme take a lil' flicker
Turn off the light now I'm turnin' yo' bitch to a sodomite
She eatin' dick like it's dinner
You in my sights and now I'm, "Brokie the Ripper"
I really might just put that boy in a swisher
Boy my advice is you should mo'fuckin quit
And put down the mic
Shoutout Hal and them
Shoutout to all my guys
Get the fuck off yo' PC and go outside
Bitch I really ride
For the team
Di-Di-Dirty Glock and that shit got a beam
Curry shots he get hit with a three
You the cops, why you say you a G?
You really not, boy you really a meme
With yo' thot and she takin' the D
While I molly rock to the mo'fuckin beat
I-S-S-B-R-O-K-I-E
M-U-D on the P-R-O-D
Fr-Fr-From the west but got fam' in the east
Digesting every track I'ma eat
Let her cook, bitch I'm already heated
The venue booked, crowd look like a sea
Really wavy way I'm dripped to the feet
If you don't pay me you cannot get the feat
Tryna fade me then you gettin' defeated
I see it too, like the loops in my jeans
(2 C’s)

[Chorus]
Walk on his block with my mo'fuckin' fists out
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up that's how I'm living
Lil' bitch I'm a chick but I'm built like a brick house
Fuck round and find out
Beat 'em up beat 'em in front of his shawty
She all on my dick now
Indica-Indica what I been smokin'
I really be in the cut with a new stick now (Ay, ay)

[Outro]
That shit was corny, my fault
(Alright I'm gonna go call my Discord daddy now)
Never doin' that shit again
That's a lie, ay!
"Yeah, we got them, whole lotta choppas
Let a straight nigga try me, run up
Run up, get smoked pussy"