Broke Songtext
von Peter Sun
Broke Songtext
Fuck, alright
Know what′s up, bitch, you know what's up
When we pullin′ up
Know what's up, bitch, you know what's up
When we
Stickin′ to the code, I keep all my shit on silent, uh
Been in cruise control, I just switched to autopilot
Look, Ray′s ain't say no names, I come silent, ultraviolet
Okay, I won′t do a thing I don't feel like I ain′t got to
That's my, I be in my mood, I be on my own wave
Ayy, pumpin′ up my head, I'm stuck in my own ways
Like me drinkin' out the bottle ′til I, I don′t feel a thing
Iris, eyes reddish the same, slur and stutter to the bank
All that call me what you want, but I ain't broke no more, bitch
Uh, call me what you want, but I ain′t broke no more
Spoke it in existence, they say you can do the same, uh
Sometimes bigger pictures require a bigger frame, uh
Fuckin' on some new ones, barely even knew her name
Got her hair weave from Beijing, I could see the little string
Fuck that, we don′t do no basic
I don't do no coke (I don′t do no coke)
I be off the weed, I used to sell the dope (I used to sell that dope)
We switched to this rap shit, I had different goals, paid the tolls
Can't count all the nights I stayed up 24 on a roll
Was never too bold when it came to chasin' paper, uh
Had a taste for money, wearin′ daddy′s alligators, uh
Used to want that white Benz back when Pedro had the pager
All this drip, legit could slip like we been spillin' activator
Now it′s just me rollin' papers, left out early for some pussy
We used to dig in it while they said we playin′ hooky
Alright, alright, no, I'm back
Alright, word
All that call me what you want, but I ain′t broke no more, bitch
Uh, call me what you want, but I ain't broke no more
Bitch
Haha, yeah, that shit be like that
Them niggas be wildin' like that
And I, uh
No, no, no, no, no, no
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
No, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, it′s me again, motherfucker
I promise you, if I gotta call your phone one more motherfuckin′ time
No, no, no, no, no, no
Get off those bitches, you dusty-ass, bitch-ass nigga
No, no, no, no, no, no
Pick up my motherfuckin' phone, like
Them bitches ain′t even cute anyways, fuck you, bitch
Like, really?
Really, nigga? Really?
You not gon' pick up my phone, but you gon′
Be outside with them bitches all night?
Nah, fuck you, you ain't shit
Know what′s up, bitch, you know what's up
When we pullin′ up
Know what's up, bitch, you know what's up
When we
Stickin′ to the code, I keep all my shit on silent, uh
Been in cruise control, I just switched to autopilot
Look, Ray′s ain't say no names, I come silent, ultraviolet
Okay, I won′t do a thing I don't feel like I ain′t got to
That's my, I be in my mood, I be on my own wave
Ayy, pumpin′ up my head, I'm stuck in my own ways
Like me drinkin' out the bottle ′til I, I don′t feel a thing
Iris, eyes reddish the same, slur and stutter to the bank
All that call me what you want, but I ain't broke no more, bitch
Uh, call me what you want, but I ain′t broke no more
Spoke it in existence, they say you can do the same, uh
Sometimes bigger pictures require a bigger frame, uh
Fuckin' on some new ones, barely even knew her name
Got her hair weave from Beijing, I could see the little string
Fuck that, we don′t do no basic
I don't do no coke (I don′t do no coke)
I be off the weed, I used to sell the dope (I used to sell that dope)
We switched to this rap shit, I had different goals, paid the tolls
Can't count all the nights I stayed up 24 on a roll
Was never too bold when it came to chasin' paper, uh
Had a taste for money, wearin′ daddy′s alligators, uh
Used to want that white Benz back when Pedro had the pager
All this drip, legit could slip like we been spillin' activator
Now it′s just me rollin' papers, left out early for some pussy
We used to dig in it while they said we playin′ hooky
Alright, alright, no, I'm back
Alright, word
All that call me what you want, but I ain′t broke no more, bitch
Uh, call me what you want, but I ain't broke no more
Bitch
Haha, yeah, that shit be like that
Them niggas be wildin' like that
And I, uh
No, no, no, no, no, no
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
No, no, no, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, it′s me again, motherfucker
I promise you, if I gotta call your phone one more motherfuckin′ time
No, no, no, no, no, no
Get off those bitches, you dusty-ass, bitch-ass nigga
No, no, no, no, no, no
Pick up my motherfuckin' phone, like
Them bitches ain′t even cute anyways, fuck you, bitch
Like, really?
Really, nigga? Really?
You not gon' pick up my phone, but you gon′
Be outside with them bitches all night?
Nah, fuck you, you ain't shit
Writer(s): Blue Rondo, Mcghee Peterson, Austin Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
