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Broke ASF (Explicit) - Bankroll Freddie
Lyrics by：Freddie Gladney/Darius Henry/Jacob Sclaver/Laurie Santine
Composed by：Freddie Gladney/Darius Henry/Jacob Sclaver/Laurie Santine
Dee
You poppin' your ****
N***a
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 n***as broke as ****
N***as broke
If I ain't the trapper of the year
Look
I'm the runner up
Yeah
Trap
Trap
The **** 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 trenches
Truth be told you n***as *****es
In paperwork these n***as snitches
Nobody gave me ****
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
Poor as ****
Truth be told
These n***as really broke as ****
You n***as broke
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Haha
Add me up
Cap as ****
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***a broke as ****
They broke
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 a*s
Broke
That **** 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 a*s put up
Put up
The score like 5-0
D**n is y'all gon' score or what
Y'all gon' score or what
Y'all missing
Y'all should be tired as ****
Yeah
Every Saturday dressing up
Yeah
They spilled a jug of milk up on that six
Shouldn't've of pulled up
Ooh
D**n
D**n
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***a
But how these n***as gangster in the city
They can't go out
Go out
Poor as ****
Truth be told
These n***as really broke as ****
You n***as broke
You gon' need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Haha
Add me up
Cap as ****
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***a broke as ****
They broke
Yeah
N***a
**** n***as
Ay
N***a
That dissin' ain't worth that fame
N***a
On God
N***a
Ain't 'bout this ****
N***a
Yeah
Big Bank
N***a broke as ****
Broke a*s n***a
Haha
