BYN
This that shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
This that shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
I stopped making promises
Promises only break
And honestly I take these trees
With a comma, don't need a bank
I stay off the gram
Imma take some to the dome
Homies never hold they hands out
But these bitches live through phones
Yeah they ask how much I own
Before I take her home
Let her know
That this gon be the coldest heart she hold
So with that
Take it how you want
Won't ever be with bitches
That won't ever take the blunt
Know how I cope-
Way back, way back
I was chilling with the
OGs and Uncles
I was plotting on the low-low
Slowly I stumble out the cot
With the homies we trying not to get caught
I was coughing on the Endo
Back door swinging like the banging from a gang, yo
Last four days
I be waiting out my plays
I be humble as fuck
Or so they say
While I crumble and stutter every phase I mutter
Praise my mother
Pray, my brother for-
Shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
This that shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
Yeah, yeah, yuh
I think I been tripping over some stupid shit
I grew up with
Now I take a puff-puff off that purple weed
That good shit
That's the only thing
I think might help me in this boat
Married Mary Jane
That's my fucking antidote
Stay away from Mary Kay on a bitch
She give me smoke
I ain't tryna live and die in the Ray
Man I want more
How many times I gotta lay down on the floor
Ain't your dog
Ain't your job
Not your friend
I ain't your bro
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
This that shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
I stopped making promises
Promises only break
And honestly I take these trees
With a comma, don't need a bank
I stay off the gram
Imma take some to the dome
Homies never hold they hands out
But these bitches live through phones
Yeah they ask how much I own
Before I take her home
Let her know
That this gon be the coldest heart she hold
So with that
Take it how you want
Won't ever be with bitches
That won't ever take the blunt
Know how I cope-
Way back, way back
I was chilling with the
OGs and Uncles
I was plotting on the low-low
Slowly I stumble out the cot
With the homies we trying not to get caught
I was coughing on the Endo
Back door swinging like the banging from a gang, yo
Last four days
I be waiting out my plays
I be humble as fuck
Or so they say
While I crumble and stutter every phase I mutter
Praise my mother
Pray, my brother for-
Shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
This that shit that make you break your neck
Break your neck
When I pull up to the function
I'm like where he at
Twenties, fifties, hunnids, next
I skip meals like songs
Don't really fuck with checks
Yeah, yeah, yuh
I think I been tripping over some stupid shit
I grew up with
Now I take a puff-puff off that purple weed
That good shit
That's the only thing
I think might help me in this boat
Married Mary Jane
That's my fucking antidote
Stay away from Mary Kay on a bitch
She give me smoke
I ain't tryna live and die in the Ray
Man I want more
How many times I gotta lay down on the floor
Ain't your dog
Ain't your job
Not your friend
I ain't your bro
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Writer(s): Shane Mcdonald
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