PERSONAL BEST!

Lyrics

[Intro: ISSBROKIE] Oh yeah, oh yeah Mm, mm Trapaholics mixtapes Oh yeah, oh yeah Huh, huh Oh yeah, oh yeah Huh, uh, huh, uh [Chorus: ISSBROKIE] Just made my personal best But the crate we movin' is light Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah I-I keep the blick on my right, huh Baby, I feel like a chef Shit I cook in the cut like a knife If the shoe fittin', you gettin' sliced, so k-know I can never back down by the price, okay [Verse 1: ISSBROKIE] I think she in love with the kid Okay, she the love of my life Two bad hoes, had to give it up twice You don't got dos, you don't gotta invite Y'all don't want the flight, y'all just run likе mice KARMA' might stroll through your block last night You a whole bitch, she don't еven got pipes Tell me blow a bitch down and the bitch just might Huh, okay, okay Nine times out of ten, it go four when it's up Keep my haters talkin' bold, but it's sus to Too old to engage if I'm gettin' them bucks Bro, you a lame and your Discogs sucks I don't give a damn what you talkin' 'bout Trump Baby making no money, baby, I don't give a fuck I just make a hard drop, big ass bucks Suck a dick, go and suck two for the fun [Verse 2: angst!] Bitch, I'm in the zone right now Better come and get your bitch, she in the throne right now Bitch, you makin' [?] feelin' like a ho right now Know I got some bitch shit, it cut hit whole life out, yeah-yeah They know the team gettin' money, it's us M-m-my Instagram shit, nigga, it's up B-baby, you're whack if you thinking he tough Say he hottest in the city, bitch, I'm callin' your bluff I-I gave you way too much love, need to change back Tell me she don't like niggas, I can change that Tryna flex around me, get your chains snatched I done fucked a bowl outside, baby, shake that Up with your hands on your knees, uh I think you know what I need, yeah Just hit my plug for more weed, yeah L-low down, bitch, tryna kiss [?] [Chorus: ISSBROKIE] Just made my personal best But the crate we movin' is light Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah I-I keep the blick on my right, huh Baby, I feel like a chef Shit I cook in the cut like a knife? Hit the [?] and you gettin' sliced, you can know I can never back down 'bout a price, okay Just made my personal best But the crate we movin' is light Well I might keep a bag on my left, yeah I-I keep the blick on my right, huh Baby, I feel like a chef Shit I cook in the cut like a knife If the shoe fittin', you gettin' sliced, so k-know I can never back down by the price, okay [Outro: ISSBROKIE] ISSBROKIE (Dammit) (Dam-dammit)