Bitch Broke

Ugh

Jetfuel in my blunt

I call shots

Y’all don’t even call enough

Unless y’all call cops

The debt collector

Hit ya phone

Just to call ya bluff

I’m in the kitchen mixing

Boiling up the stuff

The pipe don’t buss from the pressure nigga

My trigger buss

I’m tryna bag up Vanessa

The shit a nigga lust

Hogtie her to the bed

Got her wrist in cuffs

And I make her give me head

Like the chick ain’t duck(whoa)

Move around wit my team like I did before

Come back and make that ass bounce like a 64’

My old bitch used to bring up what I did before

Bitch you stuck in the past like N64

Digiboards, aol and dsl cords

When you add on her the gram

Know what it sell for

It might cost a movie ticket

Or a Telfor

Or she left to Atlanta

You go to hell for her (dummy)
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(Hook )

Bitch broke

You know what I smoke

Honey bourbon smellin my coat

Bitch I took a oath

I ain’t tricking

This bitch a joke

Look at how she living

You know what I’m giving em. NO !

She don’t wna grow

Just flexing she want the glow

Last year I sold weed

This year I’m selling hope

Guns and butter talk

I’m like Melvin minus the choke

44 coach you niggas is gettin the smoke