Broke Boys, No Head
pop, High-energy marching-band trap hybrid; whistles and crisp snares lock in with bass drum and tomline cadences, crowd chants stacked in gang vocals. Female vocals deliver cheer-style call-and-response hooks with playful attitude; verses punchy and percussive, lots of space for drums to slam. Big halftime drop on the chorus, tuba-style synth bass doubling the sousaphone for extra bounce., marching band, theme
Broke Boys, No Head
pop, High-energy marching-band trap hybrid; whistles and crisp snares lock in with bass drum and tomline cadences, crowd chants stacked in gang vocals. Female vocals deliver cheer-style call-and-response hooks with playful attitude; verses punchy and percussive, lots of space for drums to slam. Big halftime drop on the chorus, tuba-style synth bass doubling the sousaphone for extra bounce., marching band, theme
Lyrics
B-R-O-K-E
Boys stay broke
Can’t touch me
Hands in their pockets
Prayers instead
Whole squad chanting
"No bread
No head!" (hey!)
Clap clap
Stomp stomp
He be in my DMs
Talkin’ non-stop
"Come through
Babe" boy
Where you live?
Studio apartment
Air mattress
That’s it
He got dreams
He got game
But that bank app lookin’ kinda plain
Every date idea in a group chat thread
But the card keep sayin’
"Insufficient
" so he in his bed
Broke boys
No head (nope)
If the funds ain’t fed
Then the fun go dead
Broke boys
No head (uh-uh)
You can text all night
Still alone in your bed
Broke boys
No head (hey!)
Got receipts
Got rent
Got nails instead
Broke boys
No head
Get your money up first
Then we might get fed
He got fresh white shoes
But his tank on E
Ask me for a ride
Sayin’
"Gas on me"
Swipe
Decline
He laughin’ like it’s cute
I’m laughin’ too
But I’m hittin’ mute
He wanna Netflix
He wanna chill
But he borrowin’ my cousin’s login still
Talkin’ ’bout "queen
" "I’ll treat you right"
But the whole time tryna split fries tonight
Broke boys
No head (nope)
If the funds ain’t fed
Then the fun go dead
Broke boys
No head (uh-uh)
You can text all night
Still alone in your bed
Broke boys
No head (hey!)
Got receipts
Got rent
Got nails instead
Broke boys
No head
Get your money up first
Then we might get fed
Little boy stressed
Group chat in tears
"Why she curve me
We been talkin’ for years?"
Screenshot bank
He on negative five
Best friend typing
"Bro
You’ll never survive"
We need groceries
Light bill due
You bring vibes
But can’t bring food
You want love
I want life in red
My standards high
Not my credit instead
Left
Left
Left-right-left
March that ego to the debt you kept
Work that shift
Stack that bread
Till then
Chant with me, no bread
No head
Squad on beat
Bass drum shake
Hearts on lock till the check-in straight
You want play? You heard what we said
Boys get pressed when they pockets in the red