Broke ASF lyrics

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[Intro]
(Dee, you poppin' your sh*t, n*gga)
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

[Verse 1]
I been really chillin' like a villain, they done woke me up (Woke me up)
Steady talking 'bout money but that's cap, these n*ggas broke as f*ck (n*ggas broke)
If I ain't the trapper of the year, look, I'm the runner up (Yeah, trap, trap)
The sh*t 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 (Ticket)
150 on that hog chain (Woo), my balls hang in any trеnches
Truth be told you n*ggas b*tches, in papеrwork these n*ggas snitches
Nobody gave me sh*t (Nah), I really really come from rags to riches
(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

[Chorus]
Poor as f*ck
Truth be told, these n*ggas really broke as f*ck (You n*ggas broke)
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up (Haha, add me up)
Cap as f*ck, lying in they raps, ay, why they cappin' for? (Capper, capper, nah)
Nobody never seen you, you weren't trapping, give that acting up (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 (Yeah, give me that)
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up (Pour)
More money in my cup (Yeah) then in your pockets, n*gga broke as f*ck (They broke)
[Verse 2]
Dissing in them songs (Ay, why you dissing for?), but you gon' need you dome insurance (Insurance)
Your people, they gon' find a suit (Ha, haha) and tie somewhere in clearance
Go-fund me for your broke ass (Broke), that sh*t wasn't worth that fame (Nah)
They whooped him with that switch (Grr, brr, come here), like granny shouldn't've said my name
Now all this for some fame (Huh?), you done got your ass put up (Put up)
The score like 5-0, damn is y'all gon' score or what? (Y'all gon' score or what? Y'all missing)
Y'all should be tired as f*ck (Yeah), every Saturday dressing up (Yeah)
They spilled a jug of milk up on that six, shouldn't've of pulled up (Ooh, damn)
Damn, what a shame (Woo), ay, this right here a blow out (A blow out)
You runnin' from this smoke for real, ay, make me bring that ho out (Ay, stop that runnin')
Catch me by myself or fifty deep, I got that pole out (The same n*gga)
But how these n*ggas gangster in the city, they can't go out (Go out)

[Chorus]
Poor as f*ck
Truth be told, these n*ggas really broke as f*ck (You n*ggas broke)
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up (Haha, add me up)
Cap as f*ck, lying in they raps, ay, why they cappin' for? (Capper, capper, nah)
Nobody never seen you, you weren't trapping, give that acting up (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 (Yeah, give me that)
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up (Pour)
More money in my cup then in your pockets, n*gga broke as f*ck (They broke)

[Outro]
Yeah, n*gga
f*ck n*ggas
Ay, n*gga, that dissin' ain't worth that fame, n*gga
On God, n*gga, ain't 'bout this sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, Big Bank
n*gga broke as f*ck
Broke ass n*gga, haha
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