Jojo Drippy - Broke Boy

I got my foot up on they necks
So they hate it
I'm the one these niggas try to keep it up to pace with
I keep a grippy by my side
If you run up you could face it
Got a treesha on my line
She just asked when she could taste it (Like)
Oh boy
He's a broke boy
Niggas think they famous they ain't even making noise boy
Money coming in I take a trip and flex a rolls Royce
And I'm really bout it
I'm just tryna prove a point boy
If she ask me for a bag, ima tell her see you later
Im climbing to the top I'm going fast like an elevator
And if you think I ain't gon spazz you just another hater
And I'm on any Nigga ass I'm really getting paper
If she ask me for a bag, ima tell her see you later
Im climbing to the top I'm going fast like an elevator
And if you think I ain't gon spazz you just another hater
And I'm on any Nigga ass I'm really getting paper
Oh boy he's a broke boy
Like
Oh Boy he's a broke boy
Yeah
Oh boy he's a broke boy
Like
Oh boy he's a broke boy
Niggas they can't stop me I feel like I'm the shit right now
Niggas chatting they be all up on my dick right now
And as im rapping im getting higher than a bitch right now
Keep on talking while I sit down and get rich right now
I got my foot up on they necks
So they hate it
I'm the one these niggas try to keep it up to pace with
I keep a grippy by my side
If you run up you could face it
Got a treesha on my line
She just asked when she could taste it (Like)
Oh boy
He's a broke boy
Niggas think they famous they ain't even making noise boy
Money coming in I take a trip and flex a rolls Royce
And I'm really bout it
I'm just tryna prove a point boy

Written by:
Jojo Drippy

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