Broke - Co-Op Lyrics

You see the luger pointed at the party nows the time to boot her
Shoot her
Think I found the cooter
The day is newer when the people think that I'm the boomer
Nothings truer than my humor
Turning sour losers into shooters
Follow my maneuver
Something quite peculiar
Rank me wit the fewer
You feel the user
U paid to use her
Cocaine abuser
Already paid the jeweler pick ur drool up before u make a fool out of me
It's not time to be seen
Aye yo I like to be mean
Ain't no time to be clean
F*ck a bitch in her teens
Go searching thru memes
Pop out when it's achieved
People know me as the dean
Kick and hit u in latreens
All f*cked up off caffeine
It's really crazy how it turns to be
Living life so jealously
Hang up enlist in the marines
I mean
I can hear my mother throwing kicks at me
Rethink my strategy
Snap the baptistry force the suckers out with ease
Attract wit pumpkin spice then leave
This my f*ckin vice I need
Thru heaven hell I ride on E
Kniving road called legacy
I spin around and drop a knee
Plan my plans accordingly
This is who I swore to be
Plan A is not a B
Shh, I can hear monotony
Other writers sippin tea
Hear me laughin, flippin keys
At my mother's basically
Used to brothers under sea
Now I'm steady mobbin beats
Steady, ready shootin skeet
Come in an there's a treat
Here take a seat
"Sir ur makin me"
Shut up im shakin see?"
Call me she? this ain't a meet and greet...
Some Mond for mead and greed
John let Chiquita speak
Some my darkest days contains grade Z fajita beef
Open up the package peel back the seal
I'm rapping still
My pen's a fire/steel tap into higher spiels
Eating flier meals dressing like I hire krill
PMSing crying keels
Remeniscing like a briar (sticky feels)
Say I'm rich I shoot to kill
Today's a bitch it never heals
Fade away I'm on oneal
Wit-Ness me takin shots
Flash from Ness that got me out of writers block
Head is hard as rock
Neither spider man or doctor Oc
Take out the doc it's just the Oc
Jockin stocks
Unlock the shock of locks
Small talk but only on the rocks
Pull up a seat, watch the crocs
Some on our docks
Padlockin shops
Atop the bloc
Nobody mocks the spock
Use karate, chop ur cock
Beg to stop setup adhoc
Call the barbershop my homies makin up the crops
We shake the tops refuse to feel the ache of slop
Masters of the game call it Co-op