EYEBAGS!

Lyrics

[Intro: ISSBROKIE] Yeah, yeah [Chorus: ISSBROKIE] Can't believe she told me I ain't like that Five racks to the bank from drawin' on my iPad (Dammit) Hehe, they like, "Why she ego me on my tracks?" You got caught talkin' shit, boy, that shit in iMax, yeah Yo bitch bad, not like Mike Jack Five max, would say she a four, but she might pass Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa— Too many skills that I'm nice at Yo bitch want my dick, 'cause I'm pretty shit wit' eyebags [Post-Chorus: ISSBROKIE] She like me too much, I might have to cut her o-o-o– Your new shit not tough, brodie, get a fuckin' job (Dammit) I been gettin' bucks lately, just because I talk (S-U) Leave a trail of *cash* 'hind mе everywherе I walk (P-X-R) [Verse: SUPXR] Homie's doin' good, yeah, that's my fault Heard you was a rat, you a snake, I see through it like I'm Heimdall Huh, she gon' pick up if it's my call Please get out my face, a-a-a— They won't leave a trace, like it's Lysol Huh, you ain't a friend of me Closer? You my enemy You was talkin' big shit, that ain't what you said to me, huh Huh, put the mic away, it's ass, what you sendin' me? Huh, you gon' do me like some trash, now you're dead to me Set me up, I'm gon do it right, you can't do it once You stay with your mom, doin' nothin', you a stupid bum, yeah I'm gon' flaunt it all the time, like I've never won I could block you off, promise you won't find a better one Huh, she gon' do you wrong, where yo feelings at? (Feelings at) My money reachin' where the ceiling's at Huh, yeah, I could buy your life, just to be exact Put a bounty on your head, BROKIE claimin' that [Chorus: ISSBROKIE] Can't believe she told me I ain't like that Five racks to the bank from drawin' on my iPad (Dammit) Hehe, they like, "Why she ego me on my tracks?" You got caught talkin' shit, boy, that shit in iMax, yeah Yo bitch bad, not like Mike Jack Five max, would say she a four, but she might pass Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa— Too many skills that I'm nice at Yo bitch want my dick, 'cause I'm pretty shit wit' eyebags