PERSONAL BEST!

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Mm, mm
Trapaholics mixtapes
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Huh, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Huh, uh, huh, uh

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
Just made my personal best
But the crate we movin' is light
Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah
I-I keep the blick on my right, huh
Baby, I feel like a chef
Shit I cook in the cut like a knife
If the shoe fittin', you gettin' sliced, so k-know I can never back down by the price, okay

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
I think she in love with the kid
Okay, she the love of my life
Two bad hoes, had to give it up twice
You don't got dos, you don't gotta invite
Y'all don't want the flight, y'all just run like mice
KARMA' might stroll through your block last night
You a whole bitch, she don't even got pipes
Tell me blow a bitch down and the bitch just might
Huh, okay, okay
Nine times out of ten, it go four when it's up
Keep my haters talkin' bold, but it's sus to
Too old to engage if I'm gettin' them bucks
Bro, you a lame and your Discogs sucks
I don't give a damn what you talkin' 'bout Trump
Baby making no money, baby, I don't give a fuck
I just make a hard drop, big ass bucks
Suck a dick, go and suck two for the fun

[Verse 2: angst!]
Bitch, I'm in the zone right now
Better come and get your bitch, she in the throne right now
Bitch, you makin' [?] feelin' like a ho right now
Know I got some bitch shit, it cut hit whole life out, yeah-yeah
They know the team gettin' money, it's us
M-m-my Instagram shit, nigga, it's up
B-baby, you're whack if you thinking he tough
Say he hottest in the city, bitch, I'm callin' your bluff
I-I gave you way too much love, need to change back
Tell me she don't like niggas, I can change that
Tryna flex around me, get your chains snatched
I done fucked a bowl outside, baby, shake that
Up with your hands on your knees, uh
I think you know what I need, yeah
Just hit my plug for more weed, yeah
L-low down, bitch, tryna kiss [?]

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
Just made my personal best
But the crate we movin' is light
Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah
I-I keep the blick on my right, huh
Baby, I feel like a chef
Shit I cook in the cut like a knife?
Hit the [?] and you gettin' sliced, you can know I can never back down 'bout a price, okay
Just made my personal best
But the crate we movin' is light
Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah
I-I keep the blick on my right, huh
Baby, I feel like a chef
Shit I cook in the cut like a knife
If the shoe fittin', you gettin' sliced, so k-know I can never back down by the price, okay

[Outro: ISSBROKIE]
ISSBROKIE (Dammit)
(Dam-dammit)