Real Broke

Boy you real broke
Lil dirty ass boy can't even buy soap
Cashapp my shooter two bands boy its adios
Don't come round here serving yo ass gone get poked

Pull up on the opps niggas running when they see me
I'm the type of nigga put yo ass on that TV
Ain't beefing on the net pussy boy come and meet me
Boy that aint no glock why you flexing with that BB
Just pop me a perk trynna fuck all night
Don't tell me that it's up cause I'm blowing on sight
Mechanic with the tools bitch I keep me a pipe/
The last thing he seen was a barrel and a light
Ain't beefing bout a bitch boy you better get right/
He died bout a hoe and that nigga lost stripes/
He flexing on the gram like we can't link tonight
Got too many poles boy I'm not trynna fight/

I'm bout to slide on the opps cause I'm bored
Extendo on the glock bitch It's longer than a cord
Bitch I bang three's I ain't fuckin with a four
Lay a nigga down ain't talking bout a kickdoor
Ask around nigga they gone know bout that three
If I ask about you lames they gone be calling me a geek
Had the city terrified nigga
RIP Quis
Left his ass paralyzed when he see red beam

Put my mob boss nigga on yo head and get you popped
If I'm chasing a opp Im running lights I ain't gone stop
Trynna heat his car up until that bitch hotboxed
Catch a nigga on that block hit him with the red dot

Oh he live on the gram huh
Well we gone dead that
Pull up on his block send some shots where his head at
Bring the smoke to his door like he ordered off of FedEx
Kill him while he sleep they gone call that shit a bed rest