Broke As Fuck - Cordae

Look (17, 17) I told him I'll blow this out D-Roc, D-Roc Look Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free 12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no" I just bought a brand-new Glock, and it ain't come up out the store If an opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road I keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soul Uh, uh, dope ass, nigga look like he selling dope, huh? (Ass) Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh (keep that) Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh (with these, ah) Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he want Rolls, huh? (He want Rolls) He just wan' be real fuckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc') He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wanna be Lil Top (Be me) He say he don't give a fuck about it, just give him the guap (Nah, for real) He say, "Y'all could make an album 'bout it, just don't fuckin' try" Get the fuckin' industry on your side, you still gon' die Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer (skrrt, skrrt) Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free 12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope I'm probably fuckin' on yo' ho (fuckin' on yo') No, they can't control me, probably spit on that lil' ho, yeah Put me back in jail, and I was still in there, on dope Know that we don't give no fuck, try splittin' him on the road (yeah, yeah) That my bro Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on Gon' get killed if you don't kill me and I know I made it known I'ma flex on 'em, told the bitch, "Don't call my phone" Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down (down) Don't give a fuck 'bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown You gon' die while you up in here when that blicky make the sound Probably catch me smokin' loud, ridin' 'round in a Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm Yeah, pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free 12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope

Oh, I'm tired as fuck Oh, I'm tired as fuck Dry my eyes on the back of my sleeve and do my coat up Oh, I'm tired and stuck Oh, I'm tired as fuck Put down the phone, put on my gloves and wish me luck Wish me luck Oh, I'm tired as hell Oh, I'm tired as hell Busted bed and broken door and I'm keeping to myself Oh, I'm tired as hell Oh, I'm tired as hell Put down the phone, put on my shoes And wish me well Wish me well Never had a prayer to swallow I'll be coming home tomorrow Never had a prayer to follow I'll be coming home tomorrow When I'm tired as fuck Oh, I'm tired as fuck Nothing no one ever can do to bring me back on When I'm tired as fuck Oh, I'm tired as fuck Dry my eyes on the back of my sleeve Just wish me luck Wish me luck Never had a prayer to swallow I'll be coming home tomorrow Never had a prayer to follow I'll be coming home tomorrow Never had a prayer to swallow I'll be coming home tomorrow Never had a prayer to follow I'll be coming home tomorrow

I woke up hard with a pounding head Spend all morning deleting texts Wing sauce on my fingers Hard liquor on my breath Front doors broken must have kicked it in Thats 3 this month, man I did it again Pizza guys on my couch, reckin I made a new friend last night I got drunk as fuck Where'd I park my truck Lipstick on my dick so I guess that must of got sucked Cum stains on my jeans Beard covered in cocaine Weird feeling in my ass guess I must of Shoved something up it again last night I got drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck again Boy it's hard to slow it down When you're the hottest shit in town Everybody and their mother always Trying to buy you a whole fucking round Tried double A twice that's 24 steps No I don't drink no more But I don't drink no less When I quit for a week all it did for me Was get me hooked on meth Last night I got Drunk as fuck Where'd I park my truck Lipstick on my dick so I guess that it must have got sucked Cum stains on my jeans Beard covered in cocaine Weird feeling in my ass guess I must have shoved something up it again Last night I got Drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck again My old lady said, I should quit Have one more, and I forget Four or five more and I'm out of control Now she's bitching at me puking on the toilet bowl So last night I got Drunk as fuck Where'd I park my truck Lipstick on my dick so I guess that it must have got sucked Cum stains on my jeans Beard covered in cocaine Weird feeling in my ass guess I must have shoved something up it again Last night I got Drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck again Drunk as fuck Im fucking drunk as fuck Drunk as fuck again And again Fucked up on beer

Pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh, pssh Yeah (woah), yeah (yeah, we just, we just, we just vibin' 'round this muhfucker, you know what I mean?) (Fuck these pussy ass niggas, they know what's happening), yeah You don't want no problem, dude, you don't want no problem, fool (fool) 'Cause I'm tyrna shoot, that is all I'm tryna do (boom-boom-boom-boom, yeah) Pull up in that motherfucker, that ain't what you do (err) Hop up out that motherfucker, yeah, that's what I do (Who that is? Oh, that's Slime) I'm fresh as fuck and how 'bout you? And I'm icey too (iced the fuck out) And I know these pussy niggas don't like me, I don't like them too (what he say?) Scared to try me, I ain't scared to try you, I will up on you (yeah) Hahaha, I will up on you (don't do it, Slime) Your bitch don't wanna fuck with you, she leavin' you She be callin' Slime, she said Slimeball, "Guess what, I need you" (I need you) I said, "Babygirl, I know you really need a hero" Fuckin' with that pussy broke ass nigga, he's a hero and he know (yeah, but I'm not him) Zero, in my bank account but he can't see what I see Mount it up, I'm pulling up, on deuce and fours, you know how I be (yeah) Hoppin' up, I'm sippin' on that sippy cup, I goin' straight to sleep Feelin' like these pussy niggas in the street that's sleepin' on me (pussy) Sometimes I remind myself I know these niggas really scared of me (sometimes) Sometimes I ride by myself, damn, I'm tryna catch one of my enemies Damn, that boy got put on the shelf, they ain't even me no time to go and squeeze (damn) In the streets, I don't need no help, .223s just hit 'em like a bee (.223s) And you know these bullets sting, and you know I'm fuckin' bling (fuckin' bling) And you know my cup lean (lean), I will take a toast everytime a nigga underneath (underneath) If I was to step in, boy, these niggas know like "Oowee" (Oowee) They gon' be high runnin' from me, damn, big Slime back in the street (big Slime out here), the one that put shit underneath They call me "The Undertaker" (The Undertaker), they say that I'm a bitch maker (bitch maker) Why he playin' like he gangster? Send big Slimeball to go spank him (hit that boy) Boy, I know your every move, you thought I was on your ankle Boy, they scared 'bout how I move (how I move), they know they can't come and save 'em Take them boys back to the school (school), show these lil' boys how to spank 'em (yeah) When you out here bustin' moves, always move just like a thinker When you out here bustin' tools, make sure you cover your fingers (yeah) Want no problem, dude, you don't want no problem, fool (problem, fool) 'Cause I'm tyrna shoot, that is all I'm tryna do (I'm tryna do) Pull up in that motherfucker, that ain't what you do (pull up in that motherfucker, yeah, that motherfucker) Hop up out that motherfucker, yeah, that's what I do (hop up out that mother fucker) I'm fresh as fuck and how 'bout you? (fresh as fuck) And I'm icey too (yeah) And I know these pussy niggas don't like me, I don't like them too (I don't like them too) Scared to try me, I ain't scared to try you, I will up on you (I will up on you) Hahaha, I will up on you Yeah, nigga, you don't like me I don't like you either, smoke your bitch ass like my reefer (like my reefer) And I'm killin' all your people, ask them people 'bout my people ('bout my people) And they'll tell you I'm the leader, in the streets I'm Dr. Evil (Dr. Evil) And you really don't wanna see me when I'm out here on my evil shit (yeah) I be plottin', killin', killin', murder-minded (murder-minded), you play with Slimeball, boy, they told you that's that suicide shit (that suicide shit) They found the body, he tried who, boy, you know he didn't try me (they tried me) The last nigga tried me, you know my youngin's slide 'em (my young niggas slidin') And you know I got them niggas scared to come outside again (come outside again) I'm outside 'em kickin' shit with different cars I'm slidin' shit (big racks) And I got they mind, they in my whip, she stay on my dick (big facts) And she know who got that nigga killed, you know I sent that bitch (word) I ain't even gotta talk about it, they know we beef with them (beef with them) Streets know what's up with all my niggas when we seein' 'em (seein' 'em) Niggas talkin' on the internet, that's why I don't beef with them (lame ass nigga) Slimeball show these niggas no respect, nah, I don't fuck with them (step on that nigga) And they know in the hood I am a vet', they know what's up with him (real vet', yeah, nigga) Yeah, what's up with him (real motherfuckin' vet', nigga) Y'all know what's up, nigga (pussy-ass nigga, stop, stop, stop hatin' on a nigga, get off dick, fuck boy) Or do they know what's up, nigga You don' want no problem, dude, you don't want no problem, fool (problem, fool) 'Cause I'm tyrna shoot, that is all I'm tryna do (that is all I'm tryna do) Pull up in that motherfucker, that ain't what you do (what you do) Hop up out that motherfucker, yeah, that's what I do (hop up out that mother fucker) I'm fresh as fuck and how 'bout you? (How 'bout you?) And I'm icey too (ooh, yeah) And I know these pussy niggas don't like me, I don't like them too (hey, talkin' 'bout) Scared to try me, I ain't scared to try you, I will up on you (up on that nigga, slime, fuck you talkin' 'bout?) Hahaha, I will up on you Them niggas gon' freeze anyway, I know they scared Know they scared of you, they know they some hoes They know that, I know that, we all know that Ho ass nigga

It's perfect, okay Mac and cheese up in the oven' grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner' need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making' but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Uh, yeah, yeah) You see I brought you home to mama Introduced you to my cousins Met my aunties and my uncles Know they crazy, they be buggin' but Promise that I got you, didn't bring you here for nothin' Know we fightin', plus the arguments just lead into the fuckin' Though some things never rearrange, I know we needin' change Altogether through a deeper lane, come through, release the pain I can be your ibuprofen, keep it real what I be hopin' Know you see all of it's destined, yeah, our shit was highly chosen By the universe, the stars align, your love is far divine Plus I'm really glad you keep it G, that shit is hard to find Not to mention my intentions was always evolving time Girl, I hope I'm in your future 'cause I know you fall in mine, uh Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah, yeah) You see I've always been an overthinker I've always been the type to analyze To no surprise that you hold the team up The way this ship was built, there's no way that the loads could sink us A humble shawty, model type, walking Vogue demeanor But anyway, through many days We on the block where Jenny stays Honey baked ham with Henny glaze Abraham inheritance, shawty, we plenty paid Bonnie Clyde high speed chase, a renegade, but Mac and cheese up in the oven, grandma finished cookin' Thanksgiving 'round the corner, need banana pudding Brought you home to mama even though you said I shouldn't Might not make it to Christmas But I'm hoping and I'm pushing for a better day A good day in the making, but you never stay I could say that you fakin' on the real, huh, nigga Why you fakin' on the real? (Yeah)

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)