That Lil Chic Broke lyrics

[Intro]
Production by Cricet

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
That lil' b*tch broke, talkin' 'bout she 304
Well, this a motherf*ckin' PGO and I'ma need my dough
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Green light, b*tch, I'm ready to go
That lil' b*tch broke
That lil' b*tch broke

[Verse 1: Sporty Gotti]
Up and down the track with racks on my mental
Simple, I'm on point like a pencil
Mental, nothin' but some PGO
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Now this some old pimp hop for the hoes tryna choose a P
This a funky ass beat, gotta move your feet
This some P-I-M-P-I-N-G
The b*tch came with a choosin' fee
Introducing Mr. Macnito the magnificent mack
The ism up front, the squares can fall back
All black mink and slacks on a track
With a down ass b*tch just runnin' up a trap
Like hey now, say now, the game is no joke
That b*tch a renegade out here with no folks
I'm kickin' plenty game from Figuero' to ho
If you mash too hard, the b*tch is gon' blow
Talkin' 'bout she 304
Well, this a motherf*ckin' PGO, and I'ma need my dough
Figuero' up to E. 1-4
Green light, b*tch, I'm ready to go
That lil' b*tch broke
That lil' b*tch broke
[Verse 2: Suga Free]
That lil' b*tch broke, ha, whatever floats your boat
But I'll stab her in the throat with a Dayton spoke
Sporty got it, got the fever that make you wanna holla
With the b*tches around him more loyal than a Chihuahua, yeah
Now put the P in the paint
Man, these days, I don't even need no ho
Man, a b*tch'll be in the way
I like to stare at the crowd, and watch them hookers wonder, "Damn"
Because they know who the f*ck I am
I see these suckers wanna take it and fake it to R&B
No broke b*tch come run, come lie 'pon me
You got to take it
b*tch, if you didn't have Suga Free, you'd to make him
Touch it, fix it to wealth
Motherf*cker be askin' me, "Suga Free, what color is that tré?"
I laugh and say, "I mixed it myself"
It's still above in it
They say, "Man, but that motherf*cker"
I said, "n*gga, is the f*ckin' lovin'"