The Harbinger - Broke Boy Lyrics

Broke boy counting bands on the block
Just got harassed for keeping crack rock in his sock
Yeah he keep that heater with the mag up in the shit
Yeah he tell the police that he ain't never cuff a bitch
Yeah he pull up in the coupe with the window tint
Yeah he got the leather looking like a f*cking pimp
Y'know I got the golden blimp, with diamonds encrusted on my dick
If you test my clique I'm gone teach you a little trick

It go like this, I pull up I'm whipping it quick
I'm moving the bricks selling the dope
F*ck the pope, I'm tieing the rope
So I can hang you pussies like a bath robe
Ops won't catch me gotta go
Leave the body frozen in the snow
Wait until next spring I got more bodies to show
Keep the impala going at a slope
Run the f*cker over no schemes and tropes
Hey harbinger will you die soon? Nope
Woah woah hey woah woah
You moving like too slow
A big bitch, with no clothes
She suck on it real slow
Now swallow my kids ho
Y'all see my logo
That ass is a pogo
That is a no no
I'm
Is that harbinger whippin in a rari
Shoulda never doubted him time to say sorry

Too late pussy what is you talking
Shoulda f*cked with me sooner your ass I'm blockin
Why these hoes stalking me on IG
Probably because they wish they were me
My life isn't so simple my G
I struggle everyday but I'm strong for it you see
Y'all wish you were me
You couldn't last for a minute my G