Scorey - Dirty Broke Boys lyrics
[Scorey - Dirty Broke Boys lyrics]
4TS shit uh
Hop back in the booth for a minute
(For a minute) uh
Let me tell the truth I been missin', uh
(I be missin')
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing
(Reminiscing)
People tell me I been too in my feelings
(My feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it
Most of these niggas really
Faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for
A ticket out the trenches (Out the trenches)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was
In that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys
Crazy part is how I miss it (How I miss it)
They say don't complain about this life
Because I did it (Did that)
But you can't tell me shit about
This life 'cause I livе it
('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars rеally
This shit get hard really (Hard really)
This ain't no hard feelings
Sometimes my heart empty, uh
Ain't no TikToks
I just want the music to speak for it'self
(Speak for it'self)
I lost my wristwatch on tour
Fuck delta hotels (Fuck)
They know wassup with all my boys
Put shit on that shelf (Grraah)
They know these weapons ain't
No toys, get hit, you gon' melt
(Block, block)
Don't need no steppers when alone
I step by myself (Step by myself)
Calling hit's up on that phone
Write checks for his death
(Checks for his death)
Go check him, he nailed, they left him
He bailed (Grraah)
All that rappin'
Take a look what he did for his self
(Did for his self) fuck them niggas
Lil bro spin and give everyone bell
(Everyone bell) go to war with all the city
Don't need no one help (Need no one help)
Seven-six for the shells
(Bah) , choppa hit him, he frail (Grraah)
We gon' pop up at your door
We delivering mail (Grr rah)
They so don't complain about this life
Because I did it (Because I did it)
But you can't tell me shit about
This life 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars really
This shit get hard really (Shit get hard)
This ain't no hard feelings
Sometimes my heart empty, uh
(My heart empty)
Like, fuck this rap shit, fuck these rap
Niggas, fuck these rap blogs, rap labels
All this shit
Niggas don't give a fuck about you
'til you dead or in jail
He talented in a nigga face the whole time
Nigga don't realize that shit
Fuck these niggas
Hop back in the booth for a minute
(For a minute) uh
(Let's see who's TikTok famous, nigga)
Let me tell the truth I been missin'
(I been missin') , uh (Fuck TikTok)
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing
(Reminiscing, All that shit, nigga)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings
(Feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it
Most of these niggas really
Faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for
A ticket out the trenches
(Ticket out the trenches, nigga)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was
In that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys
It's crazy how I miss it (How)
4TS fuck my nigga said "Fuck you mean
Fuck that Rolls-Royce too"
(Fuck that Rolls Royce too)
Hop back in the booth for a minute
(For a minute) uh
Let me tell the truth I been missin', uh
(I be missin')
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing
(Reminiscing)
People tell me I been too in my feelings
(My feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it
Most of these niggas really
Faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for
A ticket out the trenches (Out the trenches)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was
In that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys
Crazy part is how I miss it (How I miss it)
They say don't complain about this life
Because I did it (Did that)
But you can't tell me shit about
This life 'cause I livе it
('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars rеally
This shit get hard really (Hard really)
This ain't no hard feelings
Sometimes my heart empty, uh
Ain't no TikToks
I just want the music to speak for it'self
(Speak for it'self)
I lost my wristwatch on tour
Fuck delta hotels (Fuck)
They know wassup with all my boys
Put shit on that shelf (Grraah)
They know these weapons ain't
No toys, get hit, you gon' melt
(Block, block)
Don't need no steppers when alone
I step by myself (Step by myself)
Calling hit's up on that phone
Write checks for his death
(Checks for his death)
Go check him, he nailed, they left him
He bailed (Grraah)
All that rappin'
Take a look what he did for his self
(Did for his self) fuck them niggas
Lil bro spin and give everyone bell
(Everyone bell) go to war with all the city
Don't need no one help (Need no one help)
Seven-six for the shells
(Bah) , choppa hit him, he frail (Grraah)
We gon' pop up at your door
We delivering mail (Grr rah)
They so don't complain about this life
Because I did it (Because I did it)
But you can't tell me shit about
This life 'cause I live it
('Cause I live it)
Some shooting stars really
This shit get hard really (Shit get hard)
This ain't no hard feelings
Sometimes my heart empty, uh
(My heart empty)
Like, fuck this rap shit, fuck these rap
Niggas, fuck these rap blogs, rap labels
All this shit
Niggas don't give a fuck about you
'til you dead or in jail
He talented in a nigga face the whole time
Nigga don't realize that shit
Fuck these niggas
Hop back in the booth for a minute
(For a minute) uh
(Let's see who's TikTok famous, nigga)
Let me tell the truth I been missin'
(I been missin') , uh (Fuck TikTok)
Thinkin' back to you, reminiscing
(Reminiscing, All that shit, nigga)
People tell me, I been too in my feelings
(Feelings)
But this rapping shit don't feel it
Most of these niggas really
Faking for a image (Fuck all of that)
And these bitches only looking for
A ticket out the trenches
(Ticket out the trenches, nigga)
Way before Rolls-Royce we was
In that Honda Civic (Honda Civic)
Just some dirty broke boys
It's crazy how I miss it (How)
4TS fuck my nigga said "Fuck you mean
Fuck that Rolls-Royce too"
(Fuck that Rolls Royce too)