Broke Boi J - Shout Out The Nation!

Laugh at that boy, HaHa , I'm not talking Green!
He wanted some beef so I left him on seen!
I'm sippin' on Wok, I'm sippin' Codeine!
That boy is not ballin' he not on the team!
That boy got me twisted like dreadlocks of Haitians!
Shout out the boys, yeah, shout out the nation!
That boy said I'm trash, but I'm on his playlist¡
Ain't talking Minecraft, but a nigga Creative
(Woah, woah, uh, uh)
(Yeah, aye, woah)
(Woah-oh, yeah)
(Yeah!)
I got the racks, yeah it come in abundance!
You flexing them twenties, I'm flexing my hunnids!
Pull up with my drum, it sound like percussion!
That boy say he got bitches but he fronting
Girl got blocked, don't got time for assumptions
Pull up to your house and we stealing and rushing!
Bad foreign bitch I think that she Russian!
I feel like I'm Cj! the way I'm on Go Mode!
Choppa stay with them clips, no GoPro
He think he tough he just typing on his mobile
And he say he want beef but he is a no-show
She loving me, yeah, I feel like I'm Max!
And I feel like Kobe way I'm smoking this Thrax!
That's yo hoe but she let me hit from the back
That boy want a feature, yeah, he gon' get taxed
Laugh at that boy, HaHa, I'm not talking Green!
He wanted some beef so I left him on seen!
I'm sippin' on Wok, I'm sippin' Codeine!
That boy is not ballin' he not on the team!
That boy got me twisted like dreadlocks of Haitians!
Shout out the boys, yeah, shout out the nation!
That boy said I'm trash, but I'm on his playlist¡
Ain't talking Minecraft, but a nigga Creative
Walk down on yo block and you know we gon' stain it!
Not with the Table of Goats, nigga, what is you saying?!
I'm off the gas, yeah, I'm zooted and faded!
You don't like yvngstars, lil nigga u hating
That boy is a baby, like where is his pamper?
Glock made him hit the Woah, but he not a dancer!
Got anger issues, need to work on my temper
This Glock 17 tear that boy liver!
That boy is a bitch he crying a river
I feel like I'm Summrs, I'm pouring a liter!
I gave her my meat, yeah, I had to feed her!
And I'm by my lonely, but I got a two-seater!
(Yeah)
You thought that was the end? Nigga imma keep going!
Knock em off cause he scuffed my Rick Owens!
Creep round' his block nigga we tip-toeing!
Eat medication and I sip potions!
Freshly recorded, nigga I don't keep opens!
Mix the red Sprite with the Pink soda!
Got the Glock, hit you in yo fucking shoulder!
And that lil nigga sweet just like Coca-Cola!
And I don't trust niggas, nigga, I fucking told you!
Wrist freezing, could it get any colder?
Wrist heavy, it feel like a boulder!
No omelet, but the choppa gon fold ya!
And this is all freestyle, yeah this off the top of my head
The choppa alarm him, then knock off his fucking dreads!
Bitch!

Written by:
Justin McNair

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