BREAKING NEWS
(Yeah, uh)
It's just me, myself and I
Don't need no niggas 'round me, fuck no
Bitch, I keep .9, my shawty tellin' me I'm cutthroat
Ammo like the navy, stick talk, boy, we got truckloads
And you ain't hit no stain
Want to know how I know? You ain't even touch bro!
I got dead stock cocaine whites, they turn to red-bottoms
Feds watchin', nigga schemin', plottin', put the tec on 'em
2 door coupe fly down the e-way, put the jets on 'em
Broke boy, no paper, I bossed up, watch how I flex on 'em
Shawty popped a percywerky, now she vibin', take a sip
Go to the back, now shawty twerkin', she just lit herself a spliff
But she the type to do ya' dirty, you can miss me with that shit
But I been coolin', vibin', smokin', if it's smoke, I'm with the shits
Straight out the Carolina's, brother a killer, the glock beside 'em
Coupe right behind ya', shoot the window, them bullets flyin'
Said he gettin' money, frontin', he lyin', somebody fry 'em
I'ma grab the .47, I send that boy to the Messiah
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news
Tell me what your geekin' for
Oh, they sleepin', huh?
I know she teethin', but fuck it, I guess I needed it (Yeah)
Canary yellow like I set it down on and pee'd on it (Yeah)
Gang caught a homi, I'm raisin' hell 'til they freein' 'em (Yeah)
(Skrt) I hope we don't crash, nigga
Who survived the storm? Me, leave you in the past, nigga
Who just rolled this shit? Oh, fuck no, bitch, I cannot gas with ya'
Niggas bite the hand that fed 'em, that's why I don't dap niggas
Just ask 'em how I did it, wasn't no flockin', feel like Yak, nigga
Push me to my limit, 'fore u start hatin', check my stats, nigga
Tell 'em I ain't talkin' if he ain't even bring no cash with 'em
Talk tough, let this mac hit 'em
Boy, ain't shit funny, why you laughin' with 'em?
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news (Bitch)
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news
It's just me, myself and I
Don't need no niggas 'round me, fuck no
Bitch, I keep .9, my shawty tellin' me I'm cutthroat
Ammo like the navy, stick talk, boy, we got truckloads
And you ain't hit no stain
Want to know how I know? You ain't even touch bro!
I got dead stock cocaine whites, they turn to red-bottoms
Feds watchin', nigga schemin', plottin', put the tec on 'em
2 door coupe fly down the e-way, put the jets on 'em
Broke boy, no paper, I bossed up, watch how I flex on 'em
Shawty popped a percywerky, now she vibin', take a sip
Go to the back, now shawty twerkin', she just lit herself a spliff
But she the type to do ya' dirty, you can miss me with that shit
But I been coolin', vibin', smokin', if it's smoke, I'm with the shits
Straight out the Carolina's, brother a killer, the glock beside 'em
Coupe right behind ya', shoot the window, them bullets flyin'
Said he gettin' money, frontin', he lyin', somebody fry 'em
I'ma grab the .47, I send that boy to the Messiah
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news
Tell me what your geekin' for
Oh, they sleepin', huh?
I know she teethin', but fuck it, I guess I needed it (Yeah)
Canary yellow like I set it down on and pee'd on it (Yeah)
Gang caught a homi, I'm raisin' hell 'til they freein' 'em (Yeah)
(Skrt) I hope we don't crash, nigga
Who survived the storm? Me, leave you in the past, nigga
Who just rolled this shit? Oh, fuck no, bitch, I cannot gas with ya'
Niggas bite the hand that fed 'em, that's why I don't dap niggas
Just ask 'em how I did it, wasn't no flockin', feel like Yak, nigga
Push me to my limit, 'fore u start hatin', check my stats, nigga
Tell 'em I ain't talkin' if he ain't even bring no cash with 'em
Talk tough, let this mac hit 'em
Boy, ain't shit funny, why you laughin' with 'em?
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news (Bitch)
Ok, cool
She said, "Dior, you're a fool"
Bitch, they know I keep a tool (I might stretch some)
See 'em on the breaking news
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Writer(s): Anthony C. Goddard, Michael Sinclair
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