Anything But Broke

(专辑： Du Flocka Rant 2 - 2013)

[Bridge:]
Tripping off molly with your fuck niggas
Tony got rules in New York, California and robbing
Too turnt bad bitches all in the party
Playing with they nose, yeah they high off that Bobby
Sorry you broke and I got money
Flex hard on 'em with the blunt-wrapped Rari
Young boss, shit, can't run a Masarati
Everyday, call, fly spirit in an Audi
Free throw, and one, two hands, nigga, lots of times, nigga
Run that shit the fuck back

[Verse 1:]
Hit that block like twelve bundles
Now a nigga G-5 tell number
Reduce a fade, shades twelve hundred
You know a nigga hot bitch twelve summer
Ghost boy, thirty-four motherfucking show boy
Yeah, on the motherfucking road boy
Chef on the motherfucking stove boy
Coke Boy
Started from the lockout now by the block out
Started from a drop out
Now I bring that drop out
Hundred clip small car bad bitch porn star
Get money like an athlete, fuck you thought?

[Hook:]
Man them fuck boys know
Ain't no wins over here
We gon' fight and fucking shoot 'til our souls disappear
Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga?
Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga
He bleed like me, scared of no nigga
Call me anything but a broke nigga
Man them fuck boys know
Ain't no wins over here
We gon' fight and fucking shoot 'til our souls disappear
Fuck is you 'bout now, nigga?
Disrespect, I'm a knock you down, nigga
He bleed like me, scared of no nigga
Call me anything but a broke nigga

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]
I'm from where the boys get rowdy
Disrespect me get your head on a bounty
No pussy niggas, just real niggas around me
Keep your head above water before a nigga drown me
Doubt me, that's a no-no nigga
Love my boys, no homo nigga
Pulled up, no mask, throw no nigga
Bank account with me, never solo nigga
Let off a couple shots now he holding his nigga
Waka Flocka Flame show rapping more realer
Run down Grove feeling like Gongzilla
808 blunts inhaling that killer
You tripping
Can't stand up on Xan's
Cooking up dope with no frying pans
Yeah, it taste good, no Auntie Anne's
You see that flag hanging out my pants?

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Flocka, that blunt nigga you need to pass it
BSM forever macking
Throw it up nigga, what's crackin'?
What's happenin'?
I'm walking inside of that club and I'm getting that strapping
Speed action
So if I said that I'm gon' pull it, no need for you asking
BSM all about the trap
You might hate us but you gon' show us some respect
Nigga wanna act like hoes
I'm a show you how that pussy get wet
You ain't 'bout that life
But you stay talking like you think you is
I got all this ice
It's a frozen day when I throw my wrists
Niggas is fucking your chick
It's more foul than it gets
Fight me over some money
Nigga don't shoot me over no bitch
Frenchie all over his shit
You ice'd up, you a lick
Bands a make her dance
But this forty will make you strip
Yeah...

[Hook]