Yeah! (feat. Lmt. Break)

Say they want beef but lungs can't handle the hits
Summertime two bad chicks I'm making sandwiches
The apocalypse wrapped up in bandages
Banana clips handle strips peal off quick
I got the chips what you want to get into
I only share info if you close or kinfolk
This shit dope does soap sud you bench broke
Fresh roll you choking off that dead roach
I'm bending spoons with goons tycoons
Animate your crew so soft they cartoon
Minus the the network no cash just exerts
Deep throat my guns and speak Spanish
And wonder why I can't understand her throughout the madness
Fresh out the box you get them used brandished
Stereo hoptic elixir find me tropics
Eight seven six the ball shouldn't a drop it
Betting on the block and plus the stock market
Diversity the funds keep it in my pocket
Dirty ones chilling bloodiest of optics
Frigid flow climate changer hold no hostage
Stick shift a foreign with low mileage
Toothpick holding up my eyelids
Just a day in the life on how I live



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Writer(s): Damion Lyn
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