WHERE THE BEAT GO?!

Lyrics

PART I [Intro] I-If you don't fuck with... (Fo-fo-fony wallace) Well, then, you're just a bitch-ass trick (Fony wallace biatch) Fony wallace biatch Zesty ass tag, haha [Verse 1] Pu- Pu- Punchin' in his face now that boy British, huh Balloon titties bitches, you would think I'm playin' Quidditch (Okay, yo bitch) My fault, little bitch, I'm rippin' (Okay) Apple fritter up inside my lungs, that's what I'm hittin' (Smoke) Every time I'm 'round the bitches, they like, "Brokie spitting" Ra- Ra- Rappers they ain't in my digits, they ain't gettin' riches, uh You know Brokie stackin' chips, lil bitch, I'm double dippin', uh Yo' bitch lick the tip, she sendin' pics like every minute, uh [Bridge] Pull up in that English, huh, yuh My bitch English, huh, yuh My bitch from England, uh, yuh That bitch English, uh, yuh I'm watchin' anime, uh, yuh Dub is in English, uh, yuh Fuck what you gotta say, uh, yuh I don't speak English, uh [Verse 2] Gas all around me like AMBM Shoutout my bluds in the pink, gotta free them My haters John Cena, the way I can't see them Yo' bitch sent me nudes, I just received them I'm off the coup, that shit got me tweakin' Yo' bitch is so loose, my dick, what she eatin' Water, ice on my wrist, I'm freezin' [Verse 3] Like, woah (Woah) Yo' bitch wan' fuck me She wanna play on my balls like rugby M.C. HAMMER, little bitch, you can't touch me Yo' bitch heard my music, she thought it was lovely Sorry little bitch, you cannot cuff me But you just might get the dick if you get lucky I'm with yo' main ho, she wanna suck me Shoutout yo' boyfriend, he wanna stuff me Yo' bitch just swallowed my kids (Yummy) I got a blade, ho, I'll hit you in the back, ho Roll up, yo' homie smokin' with tobacco Yo' bitch called me "The Goat" facts though Bitch, I stay strapped, I never lack though I'm with yo' mans, why he up in my asshole? He wanna smash, I ain't talkin' 'bout Smash Bros How can you hate when your music is trash though? [Bridge] Where the beat go? PART II [Verse 4] (Fony wallace biatch) Yuh, okay, yuh, yuh, yuh Ayy, I'm in this shit I don't got time for all these pricks Livin' my life while I face this spliff KarmaMob outside and we WithDemDicks B-R-O-K-I-E, I'm in this bitch I'ma hit one time then I [?] finna diss Bitch, you takin' no sides, tryna ride my dick Big butterfly doors, suicide my whip, goddamn [Verse 5] Well, I'm yellin' out- yellin' out in the void For someone else other than rappers that I avoid So come to my callin' and talk to me with they voice Why the fuck ain't these motherfuckers real that I enjoy Why the fuck do you play with me, lil bitch, I'm not yo' toy I'ma god, all these rappers, tell they ass to get employed You a rat, I ain't talkin' VERMIN V!Z, I'll take yo' points Tryna rap 'bout some punk shit, you's a punk bitch by a choice I might fuck yo' bitch, both my hands on to her back (Okay) Really wit' the shits, so, if we beef you gon' get smack Fuck lil' VERMIN V!Z, tryna snitch, he a rat Jerkin' off to kids, pick a flaw, yo' music wack And I can't believe that my ass even hopped up in that track [?], that boy fatter than my ass Y'all some internet gangsters, y'all ain't really with no straps Pull up down in San Fran' y'all bitch boys know where I'm at ISSBROKIE