Bankroll Freddie - BROKE ASF (Lyrics)
Bankroll Freddie, "BROKE ASF"


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BROKE ASF Lyrics:
Yeah
Ha, yeah, I'm really killin' it, man
You know what I'm sayin'? Ha
They get back on my bullet though, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I been really chillin' like a villain, they done woke me up (Woke me up)
Steady talking 'bout money but that's cap, these niggas broke as fuck
If I ain't the trapper of the year, look, I'm the runner up (Yeah, trap, trap)
The shit I spend all in a month, I could've bough a Bentley truck (Skrrt)
Told y'all boys to add me up (Add me up), look, I just spent another ticket
150 on that hog chain (Woo), my balls hang in any trеnches
Truth be told you niggas bitches, in papеrwork these niggas snitches
Nobody gave me shit (Nah), I really really come from rags to riches
I was trapping pounds a midget (Trap)
What you know 'bout Reggie's bows? (Reggie)
In every small town in Mississippi (Woo), tryna get 'em sold
But I don't think they hear me though (I don't think they hear me)
Really made a killing bro (Nah)
I sold them for nine (Woo, woo, yeah) but I bought 'em for 450 though
Poor as fuck
Truth be told, these niggas really broke as fuck
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Cap as fuck, lying in they raps, ay, why they cappin' for?
Nobody never seen you, you weren't trapping, give that acting up
Wrap it up (Woo, woo, trap), I was in that kitchen, weigh it, wrap it up
Way before this rapping I was jacking, make you give it up
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up (Pour)
More money in my cup then in your pockets, nigga broke as fuck
Dissing in them songs, but you gon' need you dome insurance
Your people, they gon' find a suit and tie somewhere in clearance
Go-fund me for your broke ass, that shit wasn't worth that fame
They whooped him with that switch, like granny shouldn't've said my name
Now all this for some fame, you done got your ass put up
The score like 5-0, damn is y'all gon' score or what?
Y'all should be tired as fuck (Yeah), every Saturday dressing up
They spilled a jug of milk up on that six, shouldn't've of pulled up
Damn, what a shame (Woo), ay, this right here a blow out
You runnin' from this smoke for real, ay, make me bring that ho out
Catch me by myself or fifty deep, I got that pole out
But how these niggas gangster in the city, they can't go out
Poor as fuck
Truth be told, these niggas really broke as fuck
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Cap as fuck, lying in they raps, ay, why they cappin' for?
Nobody never seen you, you weren't trapping, give that acting up
Wrap it up (Woo, woo, trap), I was in that kitchen, weigh it, wrap it up
Way before this rapping I was jacking, make you give it up
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up (Pour)
More money in my cup then in your pockets, nigga broke as fuck
Yeah, nigga
Fuck niggas
Ay, nigga, that dissin' ain't worth that fame, nigga
On God, nigga, ain't 'bout this shit, nigga
Yeah, Big Bank
Nigga broke as fuck
Broke ass nigga, haha

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