[Lyric] HUNNID ON THE AVRAGE ("BROKIE")

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
BLAT! (ISSBROKIE) (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
In the Glockhouse with the trap lean
Buck, should I get it?
BITCH BINGO! BEEN THE TALK
(Brokie, give me some fucking socks)

[Verse: ISSBROKIE]
I just woke up, huh
Cocka massive
Big dick energy, lil' bitch I been packin'
Big lips sobbin' on my dick, from a bad bitch
Bitch, I put a hunnid on a dash, on the average
Shoutout DarkTones never makin' any wack shit
Rappers say I'm corny, I just tell em' that it's Dax bitch
Shoutout homie, Sammy, Freddy
Shoutout homie, [?]
Why these pussies fakin', when they know my shit gas, bitch
I tell him— come here, they rob him for his Jays, huh (Come here!)
If you ain't from here, then you bettеr walk away, uh
I got yo' bitch, here, I'm boutta fuck her facе, uh
I got yo' whip here, I'm boutta fly away, uh
I had yo' bitch sweatin' on me like an athlete, no track meet
Please just get out off my ass meat, you backseat
You rappin', get the fuck off my ass cheeks
Rappers talkin' shit because they know they'll never pass me
ISSBROKIE!
[Verse 2: Triple777]
T7 chillin' in the backseat
I be ten toes in this bitch, like whats crackin'
Mackin' on the game, I'ma fuck it, real nasty
Motherfuckers front, while they stab you in the back G
Walk up in the function, lookin' real flashy
Classy, flyin' pass ya', The Great Gatsby
The Matrix malfunction when I get sassy
Ask me, I don't care, see I'm gettin' nasty
Like fuck it, all of you my sons cause I nutted, uh
Me and Brokie on the go the gang, up to somethin', uh
We are what you wasn't, bitchboy shot it, yeah
I'm not your brotha, I'm not your cousin, yeah
All of you rappers, dime a dozen, 6 feet unda, yeah
All you [?] pissed while then fuck yo' motha' , yeah
Big dick sucka, yeah, fuck boy fucka, yeah
All you motherfuckers wack
Watch the king conquer