Broly! (feat. Wavehi)
MATHIAS (heh-heh-heh)
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
R.I.P to ya homies they all dead
Pull up with a stick in a Porsche, Red Dead
Taking rappers to class I keep the lead
Put you on a shirt like an album it's a "Whole Lotta Red"
I tap once then she want to me tap again just like it's freeze tag
Got a thot upon me 'cause I stay with the big bags
She seen I got his ex now we boxing 'cause we don't play games
Pull up with a stick and then use ya head as a gun range
They know my name so I be ringing a bell
Hold up, wait, Muchi I thought you ain't like to yell?
My career is like a car, if they hopping in, I'ma bail
Everybody raps, but no one's got some skill (haha yeah)
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
R-R-R.I.P ya homies like Lil Tomy or Lil TomyD
I'ma take my choppa out and make it a new drama scene
Rappers on the underground acting like some drama queens
You all been asleep, you should lay up off the drama me
We could trade bars and slaw me
Here's my worst verse for your best worst proxy
Shawty on my hip, getting stuck up like a poxy
Call me Slick Nick bitch it's la-dee-da-dee-da-dee
I guess I made a hit and now it's welcome to the party
And if you in the V.I.P there ain't no such thing as tardy
We could take it to the six we could take it to the 30
I put something on my wrist, turn your shawty into Kirby (ahh!)
I'm more sure than Jersey, I could take the time to wipe it out
Call me Peter Parker take the suit off, oh you like me now?
Took your number one made it two want to fight me now?
Oh what's up homie? What it do? But I don't like the sound
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
R.I.P to ya homies they all dead
Pull up with a stick in a Porsche, Red Dead
Taking rappers to class I keep the lead
Put you on a shirt like an album it's a "Whole Lotta Red"
I tap once then she want to me tap again just like it's freeze tag
Got a thot upon me 'cause I stay with the big bags
She seen I got his ex now we boxing 'cause we don't play games
Pull up with a stick and then use ya head as a gun range
They know my name so I be ringing a bell
Hold up, wait, Muchi I thought you ain't like to yell?
My career is like a car, if they hopping in, I'ma bail
Everybody raps, but no one's got some skill (haha yeah)
All these rappers around me talking, rappers think that they know me
Pull up with the beams upon me, feeling like I am Broly
I charge up when I get angry, charging up like I'm Broly
I turn your Instagram bio, R.I.P all your homies
R-R-R.I.P ya homies like Lil Tomy or Lil TomyD
I'ma take my choppa out and make it a new drama scene
Rappers on the underground acting like some drama queens
You all been asleep, you should lay up off the drama me
We could trade bars and slaw me
Here's my worst verse for your best worst proxy
Shawty on my hip, getting stuck up like a poxy
Call me Slick Nick bitch it's la-dee-da-dee-da-dee
I guess I made a hit and now it's welcome to the party
And if you in the V.I.P there ain't no such thing as tardy
We could take it to the six we could take it to the 30
I put something on my wrist, turn your shawty into Kirby (ahh!)
I'm more sure than Jersey, I could take the time to wipe it out
Call me Peter Parker take the suit off, oh you like me now?
Took your number one made it two want to fight me now?
Oh what's up homie? What it do? But I don't like the sound
Credits
Writer(s): Mathias Tyner, Nick Polito, Muchi Muchi
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