Broke Boys Lyrics – Drake & 21 Savage is the latest English song. Broke Boys Lyrics are written by Drake, 21 Savage, Wheezy, Tay Keith, Jack Uriah & Anthem while the song is produced by Wheezy, Tay Keith, Jack Uriah, Anthem & KrishnaMusic.
Broke Boys Lyrics
[Part I]
[Drake:]
Yeah, aye
Hop in the bitch and I start out the V
Snakes in the grass so they harder to see
My brother would give up his life to the O
He told me he gon’ be a martyr for me
Said that she ready to come to the 6ix
I hit up Pauleen, the charter, the P
Ain’t really lead but I’m back in (Back in), I’m back in (Back in), I’m back in
I’m ridin’ around in Atlanta with Sav
‘Cause that nigga been goin’ harder than me
Nothin’ had changed, I’m just harder to please
Ferrari is makin’ an SUV
We ain’t got a choice, we orderin’ knees
Shout out Noel for recordin’ ’em Vs
He know where this shit ’bout to go, ’cause nobody touching the floor
They say you alone at the top, but it’s gotta be lonely below
You boys gettin’ ready to diss, but don’t even mention a hoe
And don’t even mention a foe unless you is tryna go broke
[21 Savage & Drake:]
Woah, I got more stripes than Adidas
Yeah, I got the stripes, but fuck Adidas, nigga
I don’t chase bitches, I leave ’em
Hoes screamin’ like I’m Justin Bieber, nigga
I don’t get mad, I get even
Hit you niggas like a buzzer beater, nigga
I don’t get mad, I get even
Hit you niggas then you gone
Woah, all that foundation she wearing, she think that you see
Tellin’ all my sneaky links you with me
You must be Coach K ’cause you ain’t P
I’m on the Jet like my last name Lee
Two sticks in my hand like I’m playin’ the Wii
G Block Babies will spank you for free
We rough niggas up, now they beggin’ for peace (G Block Babies)
Steppin’ on shit, I done freshened my toe
Born in October, I’m so OVO
Halloween come and he want to dress up but he don’t need no costume, I’m turnin’ him ghost
She called me mucus, I stay in her throat
Stick hit that boy, got his ass hittin’ notes
My niggas wear masks so
[Drake:]
You know where this shit ’bout to go, ’cause nobody touching the floor
They say you alone at the top, but it’s gotta be lonely below
You boys gettin’ ready to diss, but don’t even mention a hoe
And don’t even mention a foe unless you is tryna go broke
[Part II]
[Drake:]
Ah damn, man, you niggas is the worst
Savage snatch you out the crib, then I drop you in a hearse
Baby, please make me nervous, stop reachin’ in your purse
Nigga went and bought a house when he coulda bought a verse
Niggas dumb as fuck, imagine if I did that stupid shit when I was comin’ up
My crib feel like a hedge fund, I be ahead, just thumbin’ up
Know I’m SN1, ’til I’m done fuckin’ London up
Niggas make me nauseous, I had enough of broke boys
I can’t talk to broke boys, yeah, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys, wait, yeah, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys, wait
All you niggas make me sick, all you niggas rappin’ ’bout the bricks and the licks, then I hear in real life you livin’ with your bitch
I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys
I don’t want no convo I don’t got no time for
Niggas postin’ mansion, livin’ in a condo
Y’all be make beleivin’, I can’t not relate to you
I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys
I cannot believe y’all was dissin’ on the old boy
I cannot even think on how you came up with that flow, boy
Please talk to someone else ’cause I can’t talk to broke boy
I can’t talk to broke boy, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to broke boys
I can’t talk to broke boys, nah, nah, I can’t talk to broke boys, I can’t talk to
That nigga’s crazy