Young Chris - You Broke lyrics

[Hook x2: YG] b**h you broke, shut up Don't talk to me, get your bread up And we used to f** but I got fed up We eatin', all my n***as fed up [Verse 1: YG] You a ho rat, that p**y throwback I'm tryna f**, you ain't gotta be a scientist to know that Been to that money, nothin' before that b**h I'll do you dirty, dirty like a floor mat Yeah I'm tired of hearin' about what you need, b**h I'm tired of payin' for yo weaves, b**h I'm tired of you f**in' me, tryin' to get pregnant Knowin' if you had a baby yo broke a** couldn't help it I be ridin' through the city bumpin' 2 Chainz I ain't worried ‘bout the police, I got two names Keep the sharp ‘cause sometimes you gotta do things She give away that p**y like loose change Tryna have a n***a baby, be sellin that va-jay-jay This ain't recess, b**h you know I don't play-play Just bought a A-K, just took a vacay b**h you broke, you need to call Triple A, aye [Hook] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] How you f** for cash but you not a ho? And how I'm gon' respect you if your pockets broke? On your rap sheet a whole lot of bros It's a clinic on Western but you outta go You're broke, your p**y stink, you borrow clothes Lost the little a** that you had playin' with your nose I dedicate this to my last ho Swear I got cash and started actin' like a a**hole Catch up, keep up, Cutla** with the beat up I be buyin' pounds, so naw we can't peace up Rollie with the crown, bet you wanna f** the king, huh? It's money over b**hes, p**y never f** this thing up She still fannin' when she seen us I'm a Grade A n***a, you'se a C+ I got a room, I got a broom, b**h, clean up Hit the blade, and play my fee up [Hook] [Verse 3: YG] You shopping at Louis when your baby need WIC Using vibrators when you know you need dick b**h you sick, ho you trifling I heard in the ‘hood your p**y be cyclin' Nobody wifin' yo a** Young n***a got dick, no yak [Fast money] fast b**hes takin' ho baths And me and relations don't last My n***a Mustard got the benzo my clips got extendos I'm hangin' out the window, bangin' out the window Throw it up chunky — wrists on chunky I heard the homie f**ed and your p**y smell funky And I ain't used to what you used to The only thing in your ear is a Bluetooth You n***as ain't blinged-out, 20 racks I blow that 5-10-15 I let my n***as hold that [Hook]