Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY! versuri

Versuri ISSBROKIE – Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY! lyrics

[Verse]
Every time I make a move, you bitches try invalidatin’ reasons
I’ve been getting by, Twitter faggots on my dick about my lines
(BROKIE white) Still don’t mean I’m getting signed
Read the room or die
Context clues, where I’m from, I’m fire
Content fools talkin’, y’all a bunch of concept dudes
Walkin’, talkin’, never boxin’
How you doin’ keys? You ain’t bringin’ beef
Only drive you pussies got is Uber Eats
That’s why when these Nazis said they shootin’ me
I knew that y’all was pussy, wasn’t losing sleep
Homie Danny hit me, heard me on the beats
So I did my thing, I was nineteen
Usin’ BandLab, still, bitches peeped
Now I’m popped, bitch, make you do a leap (Chika)
Grrah, shootin’ at you bitches feet
Nah, not really rappin’, all I’m ‘lowed to do
If I’m free, I kill and smoke a rapper too
I really do that when I get to pound the booth
Makin’ mountains move like accountants do
I’m countin’ money, handin’ out allowance too
I put tire tracks on all these goofy rappers
Like a current day Wayne album do, bitch, what?
None these bitches ill as me
Y’all tea bittersweet, I’m coppin’ three stories
That’s a trilogy, I wrote a eulogy
These rappers killing me, I take they titles and I take they dignity
Y’all see a child talking they virginity
Y’all rappers wild, bitch, you’ll never sit with me
You probably shouldn’t, probably end up history
This shit contagious, tell me who the illest be
If it ain’t me, ain’t no sympathy for bitches grillin’ me
I’m makin’ hits, spittin’ these soliloquies
I really been the hottest doll in history
Ain’t nobody listen to you bitchin’
Miss me with that bitch, I got ‘em mad for mystery
Reasons I think I know why you dissin’ me
‘Cause publicly, I’ll publish it, like, this is me
Y’all don’t know my body, know the homies got me
I ain’t ever provin’, snitchin’ why I got it
I been stayin’ silent, Twitter think they saw me
Y’all ain’t shootin’ shit but pics from paparazzi
Bitch, I really wilin’, say whatever ‘bout me
Shit won’t get acknowledged, you ain’t with the posse
You ain’t with the politics, that’s why you talkin’ bout me
Y’all agreed with Nazis, y’all ain’t never call me
Shout out Daki, checkin’ up, y’all ain’t next to us
Y’all like Charlie Kirk, we shootin’ neck and up
Bang, bang, bang, really set ‘em up
Grrah, that’s how you get done
You talkin’ on the kid, but walkin’ like a bum
Talkin’ like a dunce, cap ‘em like some rum
Poppin’ up the trunk, y’all must think I’m dumb
There’s a reason I’m like this and you like nothin’

[Outro]
Mm-hmm
ISSBROKIE, lil’ punk bitch

Written by: ISSBROKIE