Can't Go Broke by Big Flock
Can't Go Broke by Big Flock

Can’t Go Broke

Big Flock * Track #7 On Socially Awkward

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Can't Go Broke by Big Flock

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Big Flock

Can’t Go Broke Lyrics

[Hook]
I can't broke 'cause if I do I might just go and rob a bank
Fuck them pounds, I might go buy some gold just like I'm Shabba Ranks
You wanna slide down Max block, bitch you better hope you drive a tank
I don't know what the fuck they think this is, I'm tellin' you ain't
Ain't got no tags, I'm driving fast, I hope that I don't crash the car
You left your man, they gotta examine him, 'cause we just raised the bar
Got drac's and P's and A&R's, play you lay, that K'll spark
Don't rush this shit bitch play your part
You do a hit, just play it smart

[Verse]
Downbad but got hustle in you, here's some bags holmes free of charge
Get on your feet, next time that I see you, you'll have twenty large
Twenty K all on his top, have his whole hood like Vietnam
We catching plays and blow shit up, that's what we mеan by dropping bombs
Send my lil ho to the store, I need somе rubberbands baby
My uncle was a killer and then he died I feel like Grandbaby
Ain't beefing 'bout no ho, just 'bout that blood shit and that damn paper
My dawg, he in the feds, he pass out knives just like a damn waiter
I been broke but I ain't going back, bitch I'm a bag chaser
I been in the field, I'm in the back just like a damn safety
My brother doing swipes, he leave the spot, I tell him scam safely
Micro drac' that shit just like a tot, it weigh like a fat baby
My dawg he takin' 'yo get back off your heels said the crack saved me
And if you was to ask me, I would tell you that the bag saved me
Them vacuum seals and a bunch of scales, I swear them gram saved me
I been through so much shit that my skin tougher than sand paper

[Hook]
I can't broke 'cause if I do I might just go and rob a bank
Fuck them pounds, I might go buy some gold just like I'm Shabba Ranks
You wanna slide down Max block, bitch you better hope you drive a tank
I don't know what the fuck they think this is, I'm tellin' you ain't
Ain't got no tags, I'm driving fast, I hope that I don't crash the car
You left your man, they gotta examine him, 'cause we just raised the bar
Got drac's and P's and A&R's, play you lay, that K'll spark
Don't rush this shit bitch play your part
You do a hit, just play it smart

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