2T1L! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full 2T1L! lyrics by ISSBROKIE from the album SWAGGOT! (B SIDE) along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Issbrokie’s music, you can also explore ALREADY KNEW IT FREESTYLE! and UP THERE!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
(??)
Hahaha!
Yeah-yeah, ayy

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
Two truths, one lie, bro, bro, you finna die
You a b!tch inside, you keep marketing your pride (Dammit)
Shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
She sleeping down my neck, I’m just come up with a fight
Broke b!tch, run out my yard, where she got her flag
Shawty had my eyes, she could shoot my fu*k (??)

Said I love her, you inside me, I know that’s what you like
She like, “What you feeling about me?” But she ain’t get time

[Verse: ISSBROKIE, Magscythe & Both]
Bro, you swear we on some brother s*it
Tell you, tell me, got to be my bro, you got to deal with it
Jack and s*it, they like, “BROKIE, why you on that album s*it?”
Why you switch the sound up? Why you on that other s*it?
Yeah, I had to switch the sound up
This s*it was getting boring to me too
Where they clowning us, but all they b!tches holding phone
They tell me on her eyes, she got s*it for like a horror story
Shawty says she like me, gotta put her to a dance for me
(Uh, magscythe, can I get a feature?)
Backed up at everything, I turn you to a fu*king clip
Bad, getting heavy, too much paper, I’m not done for this
Magscythe, the step, he always stepping, not no funny s*it
Karma was a b!tch and now you know that she ain’t coming back
Rapping way too easy, had to show him we been running laps
They still tryna beat me, but you know I’m not, I can’t relax
Hold up with this demon, I’m a song, we don’t never lap
Song, we don’t never lap, song, we just keep it peak
Now she calling in my fu*king system, I was seventeen
I resort to trap and kept a stick on me and fed the team
You ain’t never made the cut, you ain’t never hit the thing

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
Two truths, one lie, bro, bro, you finna die
You a b!tch inside, you keep marketing your pride (Dammit)
Shawty hit my type, so I know she finna slide
She sleeping down my neck, I’m just come up with a fight
Broke b!tch, run out my yard, where she got her flag
Shawty had my eyes, she could shoot my fu*k (??)
Said I love her, you inside me, I know that’s what you like
She like, “What you feeling about me?” But she ain’t get time