Break YoSelf
Nell, WILL-O' , Rell, Denzel Curry
Klanbounceyou know what the fuck
It is, 94 mentality
Now these niggas mad at mebounce
These niggas be clutchin and
Postin the block, and be scared to pop
Drop another brother motherfucka blackland
We the south, tell me you bout it
I really doubt it
Shooters run up to keep me out the violence
Niggas be prowlin, you ain't
Even a component
Opponents deceise every moment
So break yoself claimin you want it
You runnin up on it
You stuck up, you chicken, you boneless
See really ain't holy, rest in
Peace pj my nigga, you really ain't know him
You really ain't growin, smokin
That ganja my nigga, you really ain't blowin
My niggas be totin
Nigga you left and you hit
So get labled a snitch and
You dumped in a ditch you like a bitch
Break yoself claiming you eatin I
Shouldn't give a shit nigga betta duck
Drunk and he don't give a fuck
Clutchin and ready to bust
He never did trust
That nigga, done dissed and got rushed
He felt like he set that shit up
Now if you trynna buck
Hittin the gate and got stuck
Where safe till that nigga ran up
And snitched on his plug
Got stuffed and drugged through the mud
Left in a tub full of blood
These niggas don't tell
Fuck up and tell on your self
You look like that nigga dat never
Sat up in a jail
Dem niggas so body frail, betta break yo self
I take yo health, gotta make this wealth
Quick wit it, niggas can't get wit it
Smokin and chokin exposin them bastards
I don't give a fuck and what
These niggas gone hate and
These bitches they're nuts
Living existences, personal prescription
You sippin this lean just to get you high
Stick in the air, aim at me if you dare
Ignorance is a bliss so I'm hopin you die
Niggas is niggas, so niggas have moments
And ended up leaving the synthesis
Total disaster, they'll kill if they have to
With bullets and mayhem
And killin a bitch, Wasted in miami
Where shit is uncanny
I'm hopin I'm livin past 21
Where is the drop, get the Glock and I pop
And the lean and gettin that nigga and gun
Consequence, consequence having
No consciences
Leaving yo blood on the fuckin floor
This is reality makin no gratisy
Nigga it's Curry so open the door
Cruisin' round' in that black splat
With a mac ten got a hundred rounds attached
Run up on him with the funk
And lay his ass flat
Talkin' stupid make them choppas
Go brapp brapp haaa
Young ass nigga chasin' scrilla get dat
Pump to your gum
Make your fuckin face go numb
Fuck nigga you don't want no beef
Fuck nigga you don't want no beef
Any nigga wanna get it
He can get it black stick put
That shit to his mothafuckin' fitted
And I ain't playin witcha'
My niggas' come getcha'
Take a hundred rounds with ya
We blow on that dank, fuck nigga get stank
Put that shit to his face
And blow out his brains
Nigga you witnessin' real
Put him in the field
I bet he get killed, that
Nigga never kept it real
He script when he hit he got 15 years
Pussy nigga remember I got yo address
And I know where yo mama live
Put a real nigga off in the field
An' all he know is kill, kill
This the real deal
Bitch I bet you feel trill
Off in this thang from the south watch yo
Mouth cuz what we spit is kill, ill
Dade County 305 what you know about it
Ho? In this thang we gettin change
And we just gettin rowdy yo, trunk
Music thump you better bump, toot it once
As you is, nigga we off in the business
We gettin the chiznit's
Cuz we got to eat, you
Niggas can't get with me, i'm sickedly
Spittin this shit so quickedly
They can't get with me this is the
Recognize how we just apply this shit with
A vibe and we gettin live
And you bitches is about to cry
Written by: TERRY BUTLERLyrics © Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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