WD! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full WD! 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 STITCH! and BEACH DAY!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Intro]
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
She wanna do s*it, I’m like after (Yeah, yeah)
Drop a sixteen for that beast back way , yeah
I remember fourth grade, he was a napster (What?)
Babels hit me up, just begging for my masters (For my masters)
I ain’t finna give it to him
I made some rappers, now they hate me, they some ba*tards
Had to slow it down on shawty, she like, “Faster”
Black and white coupe, gray doors, look like Gaster

Feel like Sans, blue jacket with a blaster (He-he)
At my shows, they bе jumping off the rafters (Grrt, bap)
Lil’ chromes, start thе mic, then a pastor
B0mb b!tch on me, look like Teenage Disaster
Choppa tear him up like a raptor
Shawty wanna fu*k, man, she shoulda heard my laughter
I got pass, what’s on pass, what’s on password?
Bricks all around me, I’m a real deal crafter

[Verse]
I got a lot, I need more though
Boot it up, horny as a b!tch, I need more hoes
Shawty said that she don’t like hitting the door hole
She like, “No fair!” life ain’t fair, you got me bored, hoe, uh (Grrt, bap)
Three banks on me, look like Zorro
Boat b!tch taking out your face, look like Moro (Yeah, yeah!)
They be hating on the kid, what for though?
Side crutch, double bar, fish through his torso
Butt shot, make his butt hot (Bam)
Take a E for the pill, make my blood clot
Jamaican b!tch, shawty calling me a bumclot
It’s that bro ho, send a beat, all she does is what?
How you gon’ hate when you got no bands?
How you gon’ judge me when you got no friends? Yeah
Shawty said I’m ugly, but she got split ends

I’m- I’m really hard, y’all just like to play pretend
Try to neck up, b!tch, I look like Ben
Y’all say I ain’t in for my sword, but y’all make no trends
Drop sunglasses just so y’all can see through my lens, yeah
Y’all b!tch at my house picking ganja off the stands, yeah (Bop)

[Chorus]
She wanna do s*it, I’m like after, yeah
Drop a sixteen for that beast back way (Huh, no way)
I remember fourth grade, he was a napster, woah
Babels hit me up, just begging for my masters
I ain’t finna give it to him
I made some rappers, now they hate me, they some ba*tards
Had to slow it down on shawty, she like, “Faster”
Black and white coupe, gray doors, look like Gaster

[Outro]
ISSBROKIE!