paroles de chanson IZ U BROKE!? - ShooterGang Kony

Ayy stumbled on my pip
I told them this the murder mizz, the bitch
You claim to be your real
Was in the mazzi drinking kids
You ain't paying off my tax
Why the fuck you on my bizz
Put my bitch on child support
'Cause she ain't take care of the kids
My baby mama Lui
She don't like when I'm with babes
And she pour money
Tryna find out what I'm doing
She got paid today
Money don't be tryna run the cheques
So she can't take her place
Lui always argue with a nigga so I play it safe
I just left the strip club
And knocked me up a Lugi
Her friends don't fuck with niggas
I just called her hooker Gucci
Gucci acting blugi, I walked past
And test her booty
She act up on my whip
She lookin' scared she feel the toolie
She whisper in my ear
'Sum 'bout just you the thrill of it
She told me she been in relationships
And she gets sick of it
Funky going off
They say remind me, I don't hit the bitch
Tryna feels outside
I keep her waiting, let's see how sick she
We with all the smoke
I got some shit to blow up, lockdown
Bitch I keep her fanned, and keep her sprayer
'Cause I'm hot now
Any nigga run up on my whip and he get shot down
'Boutta use telehip
But she a bop now
Cold nigga, I just bought a sweater straight from Moscow
Barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now
Don't you fuck with surfers
Fuck around she'll get a drought now
Came a long way from Jay-Z penny I can't stop now
Nigga is you broke?
Cadence in my coat
Givenci he keep looking at me
Like he want some smoke
She wanna draw my carpet
You can't even drive a boat
Celine was supposed to have my kids
But I just put them in her throat
Chloe I don't ever give her dick 'cause she too devious
She cut my cousin Tim's nut, don't know nothing about obedience
Chanelle she do me well but it's a shame that I just bleached the bitch
Like the valentino she a doctor and a genius
Back to the discussion, we ain't left the club
'Cause someone got to bussin'
I grab Gucci and I bet my nigga 8pac end up fucking
Cop gets behind me, I pull over get to talking
When I look out the window
I see Barry out there clutching
I say "What's the problem officer?"
"Lil Gucci say you stalkin' her"
He said "Get out the whip I'm riding hotter than thermometers"
Gucci hella calm and Barry looking like he fond of her
She opened up her mouth and all I heard was
"Get him officer"
(The fuck?)
(Oh you punk ass bitch)
We with all he smoke
I got some shit to blow up, lockdown
Bitch I keep her fanned, and keep her sprayer
'Cause I'm hot now
Any nigga run up on my whip and he get shot down
'Boutta use telehip
But she a bop now
Cold nigga, I just bought a sweater straight from Moscow
Barry used to hate me back in school but he a cop now
Don't you fuck with surfers
Fuck around she'll get a drought now
Came a long way from Jay-Z penny I can't stop now
Nigga is you broke?