You Broke – YG feat Nipsey Hussle
(Hook: YG)
B_tch, you broke – shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f_ck but I got fed up
We eat…
All my n_ggas fed up
B_tch, you broke – shut up
Don’t talk to me, get your bread up
And we used to f_ck but I got fed up
We eatin’…
All my n_ggas fed up
(Verse 1: YG)
You a hoe rat, that p_ssy throwback
I’m tryna f_ck
You ain’t gotta be a scientist to know that
Been to that money, nothin’ before that
B_tch I’ll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat
Yeah I’m tired of hearin’ about what you need, b_tch
I’m tired of paying for your weeks, b_tch
I’m tired of you f_ckin’ me, tryin’ to get pregnant
Knowin’ if you had a baby your broke ass couldn’t help it
I be ridin’ through the city bangin’ 2 Chainz
I ain’t worried ’bout the police, I got two names
Keep the sharp ’cause sometimes you gotta do things
She give away that p_ssy like loose change
Tryna have a n_gga baby, the ceiling never jay jay
This ain’t recess, b_tch you know I don’t play-play
Just bought an AK just took a vacay
B_tch you broke, you need to call Triple A, eh?
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle)
Aye, how you f_ck for cash but you not a hoe?
And how I’m gon’ respect you if your pockets broke?
On your rep sheet a whole lot of bros
It’s a clinic on Western b_tch you outta go
You’re broke, your p_ssy stank, you borrow clothes
Lost the little ass that you had playin’ with your nose
I dedicate this to my last hoe
Swear I got cash and started actin’ like a asshole
Catch up, keep up, Cutlass with the beat up
I be buyin’ pounds, so now we can’t piece up
Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f_ck the king, huh?
It’s money over b_tches, p_ssy never f_ck this thing up
She still fainted when she seen us
I’m a Grade A n_gga, you’s a C+
I got a broom I got a broom, b_tch, clean up
Hit the blade, and pay my fee up
(Hook)
(Verse 3: YG)
You shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC
Using vibrators when you know you need d_ck
B_tch, you sick – hoe, you triflin’
I heard in the ‘hood your p_ssy be cyclin’
Nobody wifin’ your ass
Young n_gga got d_ck, no yeah
Fast money, fast b_tches takin’ hot baths
And me and relations don’t last
My n_gga mustard, got the Benzo my crib’s got extendos
I’m hangin’ out the window, bangin’ out the window
Throw it up chunky – wrists so chunky
I heard the homie f_cked and your p_ssy smell funky
And I ain’t used to what you’re used to
The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth
You n_ggas ain’t blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that
5-10-15 I let my n_ggas hold that
(Hook)
