DUFFY! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full DUFFY! 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 RUNNIN, GUNNIN, GONE! and BINGO!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Intro: ISSBROKIE]
(Yeah, hey)
(Woo-hoo)
(Hey)
Yeah (Woo-hoo)

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rolling loud
Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds
Y’all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
I don’t wanna do yo’ DIY, I like big crowns
They like, “BROKIE, why you hating on the fu*king underground?”

All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
Throwing shade, then they wonder why I never come around
Hit a stain, b!tch, I promise I be dead before I’m found

[Verse 1: ISSBROKIE]
I might pink, got a pink Glock, “Dink”, that’s a dead opp
Sink when his neck pop
Blood up on a shirt, nice stink, get a fed popped
I get Charlie Kirk from your b!tch giving neck top
(??) OD, (??)
Gas finna get by, tracks finna get dropped
“S-W-A-G,” on my hеad top
Down to these knees, I hate gеtting wet, uh, what?

[Verse 2: PINKBLXXD & ISSBROKIE]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Remember back then, it was d!ck, you gotta paint
All my n!ggas rocking now while we making fu*king drinks
I’m always thinking ’bout the acid, never think about the faints
I’m a pu*sy-a$ n!gga, that’s ironic, but okay
(??) on my band while I’m headed out to Tampa
Yeah, I’m telling all them something, y’all, I do not know the answer
Yeah, me and BROKIE trolling n!ggas all the way to Canada
Yeah, these n!ggas call me monkey, but I do not want the banana (PINK, what the fu*k?)
Yeah, I’m a fu*king cat, I’m a lion

N!gga, you don’t know the lore
Yeah, I’m toting for sure
Yeah, my n!ggas acting (??) like (??) such a wh*re
Yeah, you hating on my ass, I got yo’ b!tch on all her fours
Yeah, (??) hall of fame (??), but I do it
Yeah, this b!tch is fu*king crazy, shteppi got me fu*king moving
I got five bands in my Duffy, n!gga, I’m a fu*king nuisance
I’m devastated ’cause I got the blood up on my Jordans
I bled just fort being fu*king stupide
N!ggas talking s*it to me, but they don’t they fu*king muted, damn
Yeah, you tryna start that beef, but you’re concluded
I be all up in my rollie, n!gga, I be so secluded
Why she staying in my crib and she stay far from it?
It was fine at first, but I’m not really seeking fu*king Cupid
I’m not dealing wit’ these b!tches, calling BROKIE, get ’em booted
This my right-hand b!tch, every b!tch gon’ get excluded, yeah
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: ISSBROKIE]
No bands in your Duffy, I got bands rolling loud
Kept bands in my cubby, back in school, I had pounds
Y’all mans is a dubby, tryna go, like, six rounds
I don’t wanna do yo’ DIY, I like big crowns
They like, “BROKIE, why you hating on the fu*king underground?”
All these dumb hoes fake, got my name up in they mouth
Throwing shade, then they wonder why I never come around
Hit a stain, b!tch, I promise I be dead before I’m found (BROKIE)