BROKE CHIGGA 777

[Verse 1: Jinwoo]
I don’t wear Zara, I wear Prada
Pull up, Chevy Impala, I’m a balla (aye, aye, aye, aye)
Cooking up like I’m Paula, lemme holla
Pull up in a diaper, pull up in a jag (bitch)
If you wanna get your issue, yeah
We got mags, aye
Poppin tags, gettin bags, and my pants do not sag (sag!)
Broke ass chigga, finna die real fast (real fast, bitch!)
Real cash, fake money
Bitch I’m rappin, like a mummy (aye)

[Spoken Interlude: Henry Draw]
Hey, I’ma preach and be sad first
Woulda been 7 months at this point
Still love ya, I miss you a lot
Pretty bad timing and all but y’know
I respect it
I’m saying this here because I know you’ll hear this
Happy we still friends, though

[Verse 2: Henry Draw]
Aye
My diamonds HD, your diamonds on some nimbus
My bars are super sour, there’s levels to the litness
You retrogressing, time for you headass to turn to fitness
I’m running the game, 50 dash bags, rush Olympics
I’m acting real beastly, make sure there no witness
Cagney the flower, tarnationed your mistress
I’m decompressing, my money so high, go to Guiness
You crackas is tame, you some lames, wait a minute
My beam lift you up, go Scotty, Syndrome
Before I go soldier, kid, put the chrome to your dome
You can't even protect, Juliet, Gnomeo
He want smoke, Mr. Bubble, but even get foam
Where I roam you ain’t safe, don’t come try to enter my home
Gun got 23 rounds, two shooters, chromosome
Boot your forehead, now you in the catacomb
Dick so long, brain smart, yes I got tome (I ain’t got time!)