Bankroll Freddie – Broke ASF (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Bankroll Freddie - Broke ASF

Bankroll Freddie drops the new video for the song, “Broke ASF”. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download.

Bankroll Freddie Broke Asf
Bankroll Freddie Broke Asf

Bankroll Freddie has remained one of the most consistent artists bubbling out of the South. The Arkansas-born rapper has taken the online support and turned it into a record deal with Quality Control.

The rapper has continued to come through with new heat on a regular basis. This week, he slid through with his latest offering, “Broke ASF.” Bankroll Freddie is back on his bully over glimmering, 808-heavy production as he brings it back to his stomping grounds. Freddie recounts the days before rap, and the volatile lifestyle that he led as a means to survive.

Bankroll Freddie – Broke ASF

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Lyrics

I been really chillin’ like a villain, they done woke me up
Steady talking ’bout money but that’s cap these n***** broke as f**k
If I ain’t the trapper of the year, look, I’m the runner up
The shit I spent all in a month, I could’ve bought a Bentley truck
Told y’all boys to add me up, look, I just spent another ticket
150 on that hog chain, my balls hang in any trenches
Truth be told you n***** bitches, in paperwork these n***** snitches
Nobody gave me shit, I really really come from rags to riches
I was trapping pounds a midgets
What you know bout reggie’s bows?
In every small town in Mississippi, tryna get ’em sold
But I don’t think they hear me though
Really made a kill bro
I sold them for nine but I bought ’em for 450 though

Poor as f**k
Truth be told, these n***** really broke as f**k
You gon’ need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Cap as f**k, lying in they raps, ay why they capping for?
Nobody never seen you, you weren’t trapping, give that acting up
Wrap it up, I was in that kitchen, weigh it, wrap it up
Way before this rapping I was jacking, make you give it up
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up
More money in my cup then in your pockets, n***** broke as f**k

Dissing in them songs but you gon’ need you some insurance
Your people, they gon’ find a suit and tie somewhere on clearance
Go-fund me for your broke ass, that shit wasn’t worth that fame
They whooped him with that switch like granny, shouldn’t’ve said my name
Now all this for some fame, you done got your ass put up
The score like 5-0, damn is y’all gon’ score or what?
Y’all should be tired as f**k, every Saturday dressing up
They spilled a jug of milk up on that six shouldn’t’ve of pulled up
Damn, what a shame, ay, this right here a blow out
You runnin’ from this smoke for real, ay, make me bring that ho out
Catch me by myself or fifty deep, I got that pole out
But how these n***** gangster in they city, they can’t go out

Poor as f**k
Truth be told, these n***** really broke as f**k
You gon’ need five calculators if you tryna add me up
Cap as f**k, lying in they raps, ay, why they capping for?
Nobody never seen you, you weren’t trapping, give that acting up
Wrap it up, I was in that kitchen, weigh it, rap it up
Way before this rapping I was jacking, make you give it up
Pour it up, drop another line, I just keep pouring up
More money in my cup then in your pocket, n***** broke as f**k

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