Make Me or Brake Me

Yayo
They won't bend me they won't break me bow the fuck these niggas sounding
I'm band god (fresh up out the)

I Heard I got detectives mad, because I won't give no statements (No No No No)
They won't bend me they won't break me
Man I got to solid cause that's how mama raised me (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me
Let a fan play me sweet, I'm in the crowd like a pacer (Glah' Glah' Glah')
I want it all and I'll take it
Putting pressure in a sweet, bitch I'm blowing on Jamaica (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me Nigga

Sitting in the county and my bond a hundred thousand
They won't bend me they won't break me how the fuck these niggas sounding
Mahl ain't no hoe, and the Kil ain't raised one neither
Heard these niggas out here snitching but I can't do that neither
Bitch I'm ten times ten, I want M's on M's
If you want it, we can get boy it is what it is
I put pressure inside swishers, I get money that's the mission
Have a Nigga come up missing, he'll be swimming with the fishes
Heard you talking to detectives, and you folded under pressure
Heard you gave they ass a lecture get that man up out my section
Looty keep a Smith and Wesson, I can shoot it with my left hand
Boy, Looty ambidextrous I don't know what's my best hand

I Heard I got detectives mad, because I won't give no statements (No No No No)
They won't bend me they won't break me
Man I got to solid cause that's how mama raised me (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me
Let a fan play me sweet, I'm in the crowd like a pacer (Glah' Glah' Glah')
I want it all and I'll take it
Putting pressure in a sweet, bitch I'm blowing on Jamaica (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me Nigga

On this OG, from my Haitian, I blow this shit I look Asian
I hit that foreign look like I'm Racing
Out that Quran, I be skating
Double pistols, I'm just waiting
Bet these hollows penetrate him
I can never give a statement where my cell at, Fuck you saying
Thirty from that Desert Eagle, this shit lethal in that Regal
Aww this pussy telling stories don't believe you, you to see through
Why they thought I wasn't gone pay my bond boy I got paper
Weed so loud it wake the neighbors
Got a shotgun with a laser
It be working in my favor
Fuck them haters yeah I hate you
Won't a brick then hit my pager
Murder that boy he a trader
In this bitch I'm with my gang but we no mother fucking Taylor's
Me and Loot, we don't recruit, and we gone shoot you try to play us

I Heard I got detectives mad, because I won't give no statements (No No No No)
They won't bend me they won't break me
Man I got to solid cause that's how mama raised me (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me
Let a fan play me sweet, I'm in the crowd like a pacer (Glah' Glah' Glah')
I want it all and I'll take it
Putting pressure in a sweet, bitch I'm blowing on Jamaica (aye aye aye aye)
If it ain't kill me then it made me Nigga



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Writer(s): David Austin
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