Broke Boy

[Intro]
Hey
Whole lot of fly shit, throw a party
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
God damn, it's a whole lot of dope
Got a whole lot of smoke, hey, nigga you don't want no smoke
God damn, it's Supreme on my coat
YSL all on my coat, 357 on my coat
Don't give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes
I don't really give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes, I don't

[Verse 1]
Red bandana 'round my head, I feel like Makavelli
Red bandana 'round my head, I feel like Juveneile, ayy
Them ain't blue hundreds, know what I'm gon' do with them
I like usin' them, act a fool with them, wait
Shawty bad for me, but she bad for me
What she have for me, ayy, gave the last to me, yeah
Shawty passed on me, ayy, now she brag on me, yeah
Tryna make a nigga cuff you, move it fast on me, yeah
Mismatched lace in the designer
Kickback, fuckin' in my Prada
I got this shit for real (nah for real, ayy)
She like Teezy make me famous
I'm like see bitch that's your problem
I still be in the field (nah for real, ayy)

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh lord, look at all these hoes on me
Look at all this drip on me, look at all this sauce on me, oh man
Oh lord, look at all these hoes on me
Look at all this drip on me, look at all this sauce on me

[Chorus]
God damn, it's a whole lot of dope
Got a whole lot of smoke, hey, nigga you don't want no smoke
God damn, it's Supreme on my coat
YSL all on my coat, 357 on my coat
Don't give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes
I don't really give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes, I don't

[Verse 2]
Young me, Teezy Baby, twenty-three boy
Trippin' on me threes, got me trippin' on my threes, swear
Took her to Philippe, she ain't tryna leave, huh
Shawty ain't no keeper, shawty ain't for me
Now she tryna ball with me, but she can't ball with me
'Cause if a nigga fell today that bitch won't fall with me
Know I'm the ticket so she tryna get involved with me
No broke hoes, no you can't get int he car with me
Fuckin' it up again, throwin' bands out the pass
Louis wrapped 'round my head, Cartier diamond dance
Said shawty fuck your man, 'cause he can't ball like me
Broke boy go left, stay over there, bitch ain't no boss like me

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh lord, look at all these hoes on me
Look at all this drip on me, look at all this sauce on me, oh man
Oh lord, look at all these hoes on me
Look at all this drip on me, look at all this sauce on me

[Chorus]
God damn, it's a whole lot of dope
Got a whole lot of smoke, hey, nigga you don't want no smoke
God damn, it's Supreme on my coat
YSL all on my coat, 357 on my coat
Don't give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes
I don't really give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes, I don't

[Outro]
Fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes
I don't really give no fuck about these broke boys
I don't really wanna fuck with none these broke hoes, I don't