Broke Boy Lyrics

I got my foot up on they necks

So they hate it

I'm the one these niggas try to keep it up to pace with

I keep a grippy by my side

If you run up you could face it

Got a treesha on my line

She just asked when she could taste it (Like)

Oh boy

He's a broke boy

Niggas think they famous they ain't even making noise boy

Money coming in I take a trip and flex a rolls Royce

And I'm really bout it

I'm just tryna prove a point boy

If she ask me for a bag, ima tell her see you later

Im climbing to the top I'm going fast like an elevator

And if you think I ain't gon spazz you just another hater

And I'm on any Nigga ass I'm really getting paper

If she ask me for a bag, ima tell her see you later

Im climbing to the top I'm going fast like an elevator

And if you think I ain't gon spazz you just another hater

And I'm on any Nigga ass I'm really getting paper

Oh boy he's a broke boy

Like

Oh Boy he's a broke boy

Yeah

Oh boy he's a broke boy

Like

Oh boy he's a broke boy

Niggas they can't stop me I feel like I'm the shit right now

Niggas chatting they be all up on my dick right now

And as im rapping im getting higher than a bitch right now

Keep on talking while I sit down and get rich right now

I got my foot up on they necks

So they hate it

I'm the one these niggas try to keep it up to pace with

I keep a grippy by my side

If you run up you could face it

Got a treesha on my line

She just asked when she could taste it (Like)

Oh boy

He's a broke boy

Niggas think they famous they ain't even making noise boy

Money coming in I take a trip and flex a rolls Royce

And I'm really bout it

I'm just tryna prove a point boy