Break A Leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
If it's me and you possum play dead
All that capping should've worked for a stand
M and m paint
Trunk kicking so hard thought Kim was in that bitch like I'm Stan
Treat a two door car like a van
Say my name I appear Candy Man
Got the sack flavors candy land
I remember we use to share everything that we had us or nothing we been made a plan
I rather be plain than lame
Blow a check on a plane we landing
Winter time wearing shorts in Miami
Say I talk for the ones never had it
Still trap out my kitchen my cabinet
It then seen more zips than fabric
Pussy wet I nicknamed her Atlantic
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
I heard they be talking they scared
Tuck they tails hide behind they man
I be riding by myself pops told me my mama worried bout me I'm thug I'm ready
Call my son not my son but this little nigga with me I swear he my twin he deadly
Keep it hundred that fifty shit kill me
Keep it real like 50 no Biggie
Tupac of my time I'm the trillest
Cum all in your bitch hope it's triplets
Bag of pills if he ask they skittles
I'm a robber I'm keeping it simple
Keenan showed me a scale not a pencil
I want some money I don't wanna be no principal
Listerine in her mouth like some dentures
Ponytail on the bed thought I killed her
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap ti'l I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
If it's me and you possum play dead
All that capping should've worked for a stand
M and m paint
Trunk kicking so hard thought Kim was in that bitch like I'm Stan
Treat a two door car like a van
Say my name I appear Candy Man
Got the sack flavors candy land
I remember we use to share everything that we had us or nothing we been made a plan
I rather be plain than lame
Blow a check on a plane we landing
Winter time wearing shorts in Miami
Say I talk for the ones never had it
Still trap out my kitchen my cabinet
It then seen more zips than fabric
Pussy wet I nicknamed her Atlantic
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
I heard they be talking they scared
Tuck they tails hide behind they man
I be riding by myself pops told me my mama worried bout me I'm thug I'm ready
Call my son not my son but this little nigga with me I swear he my twin he deadly
Keep it hundred that fifty shit kill me
Keep it real like 50 no Biggie
Tupac of my time I'm the trillest
Cum all in your bitch hope it's triplets
Bag of pills if he ask they skittles
I'm a robber I'm keeping it simple
Keenan showed me a scale not a pencil
I want some money I don't wanna be no principal
Listerine in her mouth like some dentures
Ponytail on the bed thought I killed her
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap til' I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
Mama know I'm go get the bread
Daddy know I'm trap ti'l I'm dead
I keep one in the head
I'm pushing your cap back twisting your shit like a dread
Had the drive since I got that moped
I'm on top of the bars like a peg
Turnt up like I drunk out a keg
Perform with that chopper trying to break a leg
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Writer(s): Omar Kelly
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