Broke Lyrics

I ran out and need more though
Force by the light like I don't smoke
Mubu I can't go broke
Ballin' rugers on kids every day
God damn a nigga so broke
Ask for money she was told no
And more beats till the boy go
I bet the money man your girl go
Why you callin your girl for
Double R's what we cruise in
Trouble force when we lose in
Catch up niggas losing
This is everyday life bro
Suicidal car psycho
30 shots in my auto
What the fuck am gonna fight for
All I smoke is good with
My bitches got good pussy

My dinner cost 3.50
I give your bitch back shots
That bitch got some great tops
My 40 cal. is stay cop
These niggas bitcher than the bitches is
Kids leave no witnesses
My big homie says in the wrist
And my bitches in 2 bitches
We can't hug ain't into kissing
I blow cake I'm so in the whistle
Drank in my cup dope in the swishers
Hoes I get no in with the bitches
They know shit they ain't know them niggers
They don't like me I offend niggers
And I'm spending like I don't like money
Black car, getting white money
We're in the ghost they stop I guess we're looking funny
Hallowen at the end of spring
Fuck niggers that don't know anything
Catching me rolling, get a frame
Cocaine for the new bitches
I fuck the twins it's like 2 bitches
I ran out and need more though
Force by the light like I don't smoke
Mubu I can't go broke
Ballin' rugers on kids every day
God damn a nigga so broke
Ask for money she was told no
And more beats till the boy go
I bet the money man your girl go
Why you callin your girl for
Double R's what we cruise in
Trouble force when we lose in
Catch up niggas losing
This is everyday life bro
Suicidal car psycho
30 shots in my auto
What the fuck am gonna fight forI don't fuck with fuck niggers
My bitches don't fuck niggers
When they with me they fuck niggers
Round with max no truck niggers
Check the bag off clocks nigga
I do, I don't sell drugs
We get as hell but we don't sell slugs
Being broke is funny and not tilt us
We ball and they scrubs
Dope smoke champagne suts
4 sluts that geeked up
They like the coast of El Pica
They do lines no pick up
Just pick up they dick suck
I'm that nigga call me Mr.
She sucked us you kissed her
I ball hard, they hackin
We lurkin' they lackin'
And if I say so nigga they attacking
No acting, they don't wack 'em
But these tackle niggas put the frontin' niggas
And they backin' niggas
They shootin' us bullet smacking niggasI ran out and need more though
Force by the light like I don't smoke
Mubu I can't go broke
Ballin' rugers on kids every day
God damn a nigga so broke
Ask for money she was told no
And more beats till the boy go
I bet the money man your girl go
Why you callin your girl for
Double R's what we cruise in
Trouble force when we lose in
Catch up niggas losing
This is everyday life bro
Suicidal car psycho
30 shots in my auto
What the fuck am gonna fight for
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