Lately
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up quick
Bust it down, break it up, same thing, dont gave a fuck
Found out that i'm stuck in a loop because of drugs
Fly on out or ride a bus, either way she acting up
I don't even want the neck if she won't suck until i nut
I've been busy chasing checks, now they finally taking notice
Aim the tech at they neck, reach the top or overdosing
They been looking for the next, guess they're search is over
Ain't believe that I spit facts so I had to go and show em,
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up
I said I was done after like 10 lines but it's back to the same situation every time
Baby, break a line up quick, hit the splits on this dick
Crazy bitch want my kids, gotta lotta daddy issues that I can't fix
Raw hit then I quit, can't stop taking risks, from the bottom to the top in like 5 minutes
In the back crushing percs, no where near finished
Put him on a shirt if he start to sneak diss
6 feet under dirt, damn, that's what he gets
Down there with the worms, shoulda never ever switched
Guess they gotta learn, now his face is on my fit
It's lil bro's turn, since he started acting big
By the end of this shit, have a family portrait
Tweaking off the rocks, they got caught, got skipped
Of course I'm 'bout to drop, doctor didn't give me this
If she ain't lettuce hit, she get tossed like a salad,
Never been defeated, you might wanna start fouling
Took her to a scenic picnic up on top the mountain,
Broke her back but no broke back, she was wetter than a fountain
Baby, break it down right quick
Double D's, lemon squeeze
Saying please for the dick
That's my bitch, slim waist, but she thick
Hour glass on top but it's busting at the hips
Baby, (?)
Know she's dripping head to toe in Chanel, yeah
If I'm busting at the opps, she got the shells, yeah
I'm gon put it in her demon go to hell, yeah
Baby, load this clip right quick
Got this Glock, crosstown, we gon spin right quick
Drum loaded, hunnid rounds, and they all gon' hit
Hit this lick right quick, we gon' all be rich
(2)(2) 2-4-7-4 we smokin' out the 0, we gon' make it out this bitch
Ain't nobody seen it befo', so baby break it down bust it low, uh
Baby, break it down, bust it low
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up quick
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up quick
Bust it down, break it up, same thing, dont gave a fuck
Found out that i'm stuck in a loop because of drugs
Fly on out or ride a bus, either way she acting up
I don't even want the neck if she won't suck until i nut
I've been busy chasing checks, now they finally taking notice
Aim the tech at they neck, reach the top or overdosing
They been looking for the next, guess they're search is over
Ain't believe that I spit facts so I had to go and show em,
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up
I said I was done after like 10 lines but it's back to the same situation every time
Baby, break a line up quick, hit the splits on this dick
Crazy bitch want my kids, gotta lotta daddy issues that I can't fix
Raw hit then I quit, can't stop taking risks, from the bottom to the top in like 5 minutes
In the back crushing percs, no where near finished
Put him on a shirt if he start to sneak diss
6 feet under dirt, damn, that's what he gets
Down there with the worms, shoulda never ever switched
Guess they gotta learn, now his face is on my fit
It's lil bro's turn, since he started acting big
By the end of this shit, have a family portrait
Tweaking off the rocks, they got caught, got skipped
Of course I'm 'bout to drop, doctor didn't give me this
If she ain't lettuce hit, she get tossed like a salad,
Never been defeated, you might wanna start fouling
Took her to a scenic picnic up on top the mountain,
Broke her back but no broke back, she was wetter than a fountain
Baby, break it down right quick
Double D's, lemon squeeze
Saying please for the dick
That's my bitch, slim waist, but she thick
Hour glass on top but it's busting at the hips
Baby, (?)
Know she's dripping head to toe in Chanel, yeah
If I'm busting at the opps, she got the shells, yeah
I'm gon put it in her demon go to hell, yeah
Baby, load this clip right quick
Got this Glock, crosstown, we gon spin right quick
Drum loaded, hunnid rounds, and they all gon' hit
Hit this lick right quick, we gon' all be rich
(2)(2) 2-4-7-4 we smokin' out the 0, we gon' make it out this bitch
Ain't nobody seen it befo', so baby break it down bust it low, uh
Baby, break it down, bust it low
Baby, break a line up quick cus lately i've been having withdrawal sickness
Baby, break a line up quick
Break a line up quick
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