CAMPFIRE

[Verse 1: MANGO THE ONLY]
Tiptoe in my trench coat, got my zippo
Hippo, bitch, I been dope, Junie B Jones
Lymph nodes with my sick flow, I say bingo
Beast mode, just another rapper from the East Coast
Make room for the muthafuckin' guest ho
I bet you understand what I’ma do when summer come
Fill my head with your opinion, now I’m feelin' dumb
Now me and Brokie dance around, we smokin' to the drum
Ya' niggas is nuisance, don’t get it confused
All you see is nooses, all over the news
And I’m jackin' my two step, look at how I move
I’m lovin' but the truth is my heart got a bruise
Yes, I’m a sweetheart, feel it in my tooth
Yeah, back in the day, all I wanted was a fucking coupе
Tell 'em ándale, movin' it back on top of mе and you
Am I supposed to pay promo to get the spotlight in a zoo?
I should probably escape
Copping some features that ain’t even worth it, I knew it
I used to wanna be like them but because I blew it
Bitch, screw it (You’re falling off anyways)
My bars Armstrong, motherfucker where’s Louis?

[Bridge: MANGO THE ONLY]
I make you my son, I’ma put you in a car seat
Mango havin' fun, L-riding up to Arbies
Got a fat blunt, bitch, I really like to party
Flip brick, I’ma stick in the big tip, you fake shit like rip n' dippin'
The epitome makin' you basic, have a royalty, that’s a percent of me
Energy put back into my enemies, it’s your fault I’m going ape-shit
Asic, stomp you in the basement, Mango leaves you in amazement
Brokie’s 'bout to start, patience and the anticipation got me pacing

[Verse 2: ISSBROKIE]
Bitch, I be feeling amazing, I’m eatin' the rapper like bitch
And I’m in for the taking, I really be battle the flamin'
I know you gon' battle, that fake shit, bitch, move
I got a K, I might let loose, I’m finna aim it at you
Shoutout to everybody in my crew
Mango and Brokie only smoke boof
Bitch, I’m that new bitch with the music
Goof it, yeah, I just fucked your bitch, she let my crew hit
Boon six inches off the floor, you gon' get booted
New whip, I just copped a third like I’m Lew Bit
Cruisin' up on top yo' block you know I’m lootin'
You losin' all your valuables, that ain’t for you bitch
You know I be smokin' on that Pluto 'til I’m stupid
That boy tryna jump me, now he’s gettin' his whole crew split
Saw this fuckin' paper, let me keep you as a ghost
Bitch, I used to sell my Jordans, I already sold my soul, huh
I might fuck around and I might sell a couple rows
Smokin' on this boof, yeah, I be chillin' with Mango, uh, yuh
Opper said he gonna kill me, told him "Do your worst", uh
I been chillin' with yo' momma goin' through her purse, uh
Why these rappers wanna beat so bad, who got 'em hurt?
Bitch, I got a box on my fist, Steven Universe, uh

[Outro: ISSBROKIE]
Wake up in the morning, I got the same old jeans on