Breaking Up
Aye aye aye aye aye
Folks in this bitch, high as hell
Nigga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through letting shots
Off nigga, alley oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga
He why you and your bitch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch
I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up
Made that bitch think we went together then
I told that bitch we breaking up
Pull up to your hood in a redlight
Kid see me and told me to crank it up
Pulled up to a Lamborghini car meet and the
Owner told me to rev it up
Pulled up to the Lamborghini party
8000 dollars just to come
I can’t wait 'till Rarri drop a truck
Goddamn, I can’t wait 'till
Courtney hit me up (Go)
I can’t wait till Lizzo leave me alone
Told shorty don't talk crazy
He on speaker phone (shh)
I can’t wait 'till they let left eye out
Pussy you know we had slammers
At my grandma house
I can't wait 'till this hoe shut her mouth
Bitch if you ain't talkin' money
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?
Folks in this bitch, high as hell
Nigga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through letting shots
Off nigga, alley oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga
He why you and your bitch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch
I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up
Foenem off the shit, finna drop his sip
I be woke as fuck, I don’t ever slip
Shooter broke his rim
Smoke more trees than timber
Cut motherfuckers off, somethin' like a Trim
Send the parking lot, hit the back like Sim
Duckin' hoes like Tim point me to the gym
Left off, I face my brim clips, I got my fam
Can't bitch roll my rim hello Uncle Sam
Pulled up in that yurn'
Turn they head like Tim
Finna let the car fart, sorry I can't help
Excuse salesman
Can you help? let me get this belt
Pulled up remy hittin' on me
And I couldn't even tell
Gang gang has arrived something off the bell
Your pendant cost my shirt
And bitch my left wrist cost a belt
Whatchu smokin', rock, whatchu smell? LL
Well let me tell you something
Better be cool like LL (LL, LL)
I put the cat up
'cause that bitch cause some Hell
You tryna keep it lowkey, you wanna yell
Chief So ain't with that fake
Shit, nah for real, nah for real
Run flats on a supercharger for real
Who sold you that shit? man that
Shit is not for real, not for real
Red and blue supercharged call
That man of steel practice made perfect
Bitch you know I got skill momma made a bid
Bitch you know we down to kill
You only stand for what? bitch
What you tryna tell
Smoked too many loud blunts
Bitch I can't even hear bitch I gotta dip
You got some chips I’ll reappear (skrt)
Ridin' in that Lemon, she gave me chin
Crimson i don't trust these niggas
I don't trust these women
Skatin', Bart Simpson, I forgot to mention
Don't be tryna race me smoke
You like a Winston