Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY! Lyrics – ISSBROKIE

Read the full Y’ALL DON’T KNOW MA BODY! 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 JUST FOUND OUT THE DS IS OLDER THAN ME LMAOAOAO! and SHE˂3IT!, two other songs by Issbrokie.

[Verse]
Every time I make a move, them b!tches try invalidating reasons
I’ve been getting by, Twitter faggots on my d!ck about my lines (BROKIE, why?)
Stand on me, now get inside, read the room, I die
Context clues, where I’m from, I’m far
Content fools talking, y’all a bunch of concept dudes
Walking, talking, never boxing
How you doing keys (??), you ain’t bringing beef
Only drive you pussies got is Uber Eats
That’s what when these Nazis said they shoot at me
I knew that y’all was pu*sy, wasn’t losing sleep
Homie Danny hit me, heard me on the beats
‘Til I did my thing, I was nineteen
Lose a band, that’s still b!tches peak
Now I’m popped, b!tch, make you do a leap (Chika)
Grrah, shooting at you b!tches feet
Now that I’m really rapping, know I’m out of due
If I’m free, I kill and smoke a rapper too
I really do that when I get the pint of booze
Making mountains move like accountants do
I’m counting money, handing out allowance too
I put tide (??) tracks on all these goofy rappers like a current day Wayne, have ’em doomed, b!tch, what?
None these b!tches ill as me
Y’all see bittersweet, I’m copping three stories
That’s a trilogy, I wrote a eulogy
These rappers killing me, I take they titles and I take they dignity
Y’all see a child talking they virginity
Y’all rappers wild, b!tch, you’ll never sit with me
You probably shouldn’t, probably end up history
This s*it (??), tell us who the illest be
If it ain’t me, ain’t no sympathy for b!tches grilling me
Could make a hit spilling these soliloquies
I really been the hottest dot in history
Ain’t nobody listen, take yo’ b!tch and miss me with that b!tch
I got a map for mystery
Reasons I think I know why you dissing me
‘Cause publicly, I’ll publish it, like, this is me

Y’all don’t know my body, know the homies got me
I ain’t ever proving s*it to why I got it
I been staying silent, Twitter think they saw me
Y’all ain’t shooting s*it but pics for paparazzi
B!tch, I really wanna say whatever ’bout me
S*it won’t get acknowledged, you ain’t with the posse
You ain’t with the politics, that’s why you talking bout me
Y’all agreed with Nazis, y’all ain’t never call me
Shout out Daki, checking up, y’all ain’t next to us
Y’all like Charlie Kirk, we shoot ya neck and up
Really set ’em up, grrah, that’s how you get done
Talking out the cable, walking like a bum
Talking like a dunce, (??), mix some rum
Pop another trunk, honestly, I’m done
There’s a reason I’m like this and you like nothing

[Outro]
ISSBROKIE, lil’ punk b!tch