HUNNID ON THE AVRAGE!

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
Blat! (ISSBROKIE) (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
In the Glock-house with the trap lean
(Buck, should I get it?)
BITCH BINGO! BEEN THE TALK
(Brokie, your music fucking sucks)

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
I just woke up, huh, cock all massive
Big-dick energy, lil' bitch, I been packin'
Big lips slobbin' on my dick, from a bad bitch
Bitch, I put a hunnid on a dash, on the average
Shoutout DarkTones, never makin' any whack shit
Rappers say I'm corny, I just tell em' that it's Dax bitch
Shoutout homie, Sammy Fendi, shoutout homie, Lacid
Why these pussies fakin', when they know my shit gas, bitch
I tell him— come here, they rob him for his chains, huh (Come here)
If you ain't from here, then you better walk away, uh
I got yo' bitch, here, I'm 'boutta fuck hеr face, uh
I got yo' whip here, I'm 'boutta fly away, uh
I had yo' bitch swеatin' on me like a athlete, no track meet
Please just get out off my ass meat, you backseat
You rappin', get the fuck off my ass cheeks
Rappers talkin' shit because they know they'll never pass me
ISSBROKIE

[Verse 2: Triple777]
T7 chillin' in the backseat
I be ten toes in this bitch, like what's crackin'?
Mackin' on the game, I'ma fuck it, real nasty
Motherfuckers front, while they stab you in the back G
Walk up in the function, lookin' real flashy
Classy, flyin' past ya', The Great Gatsby
The Matrix malfunction when I get sassy
Ask me, I don't care, see I'm gettin' nasty
Like fuck it, all of you my sons 'cause I nutted, uh
Me and Brokie on the go, the gang, up to somethin', uh
We are what you wasn't, bitch boy shot it, yeah
I am not your brotha', I am not your cousin, yeah
All of you rappers, dime a dozen, 6 feet unda', yeah
All you [?] pissed while then fuck yo' motha' , yeah
Big dick sucka, yeah, fuck boy fucka, yeah
All you motherfuckers whack, watch the king conquer