[Intro]
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Go
Go
Yeah, go
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (No)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jeans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Woah)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
I fuck up the re-up, start baggin' up soap (Go)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up thе pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jеans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Go)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
[Verse 1]
I used to trap right on Patrick, now we gettin' booked for a show
I remember my pops didn't show up, now we gettin' dough
I got my mama neck froze
They was laughin', I'm smashin' your ho
I can hit when I want
I put it in, make her jump
I stayed down, kept it real from the jump
If you real, then this money ain't nothin'
Ain't pullin' no bluffin'
It ain't like I came from the— (Go)
Cutters come through, better hush
Been countin' up
Money counter, count it up
I ain't gettin' stuck
Somebody touch me, it's a hunt
Do what I want, put you on the menu like lunch
Mix up the lean with the punch (Go)
My shooter don't punch
Hop out the window and hunch (Yeah)
Put them hundreds in a bunch (Go)
Remember that bitch tried to front (Yeah)
I ain't gettin' stuck
Somebody touch me, it's a hunt
I do what I want, put you on the menu like lunch
Remember that bitch tried to front
I throw on Givenchy to stunt
Only my squad I trust, I just got my dollars up
I ain't workin' hard enough
Them niggas is plottin', but they ain't runnin' up
Them niggas is smart enough (Go)
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (No)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jeans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Woah)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
I fuck up the re-up, start baggin' up soap (Go)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jeans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Go)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
[Verse 2]
I keep them racks like a racket
Come from the mud, made it happen (Yeah)
My mama thought this shit was magic
Come to my hood, we gon' tax him (Go)
I am too young for attachments
Hit her once, never call back (No)
Stood on all ten, that's facts
I could leave the cheese for the rats (Yeah)
Glizzy with a beam, it's attached (Go)
Fiends still fiend for the pack
We ain't never leavin' with that
Nigga try to leave with the pack (Yeah)
Bizzy put the beam to his back (Grrt)
You was never leavin' with that (No)
I put Off-White on my shooter (Go)
I just put jewels on my jeweler (Go)
Clip hang long like a ruler (Go)
I ain't in school, but I'll school ya (No)
Shooter pop off on a scooter
I could give game to my tutor (Go)
Go to my hood, I'm like Buddha
Gettin' free bands like Future
I keep the grip for extortion
These niggas scared and they nauseous (Yeah)
It's an N-O like New Orleans
Ice on my chain, I been ballin' (Go)
We came from nothin', we bossin'
And I'm gon' die for respect
This ain't IG, I got checks
This ain't Nike, with this TEC
I send a shot at your chest
Tennis sit right on my neck (Go)
[Chorus]
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (No)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jeans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Woah)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
I fuck up the re-up, start baggin' up soap (Go)
I used to wear the same clothes
Love all my brothers, them niggas on go
And they got pounds for the low
Fucked up the pack, it won't happen no more (Facts)
I'm in traffic with racks and a pole
My jeans is distressed, I had holes in my clothes (Go)
What you know 'bout bein' broke?
