Light Breeze (Remastered)
Yea
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Ke-Kel told me get in the stu'
I guess I got to do it (Okay) niggas in my city can't rap
Well, let me be the blueprint (Fasho) say a couple words make 'em rhyme
Ain't nun really to it (At all) catch me head to toe in a check
Like Nike Ima do it (Ima do it) had to leave some behind me
Cus they got in the way (For real) I'm not with that friendly shit
Don't walk up and try to call me gang (lame ass) for all you niggas
Acting tough but you're really civilians
Most these niggas know what you're talking about is
Purely fiction
Talkin Mac 11's, Drac's, chops, and long extensions
CC with the gas
Got me floating into different dimensions (CC got that gas) you're rapping bout some
Wild shit you ain't ever gon' witness (At all) all I'm saying
Don't talk about it if you ain't really live it
I can get a nigga set up
All it takes is one call (For real), shorty take his ass to the room
Get him up out them drawls (What?), he was sipping henny so he
Tryna bust down her jaws (Haa), he too comfortable
Plus, he's lacking leave his brains on the wall
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Reason why I stick to myself:
Cus most these niggas stupid (Yop) had to hit his bitch with the stick
Sum kinda like cupid (Yop) she had something stuck in her teeth
So, I gave her a toothpick (I did) rolling something up in a leaf
Like I'm smoking a tulip (Uh) d-d-different
Flavors we see 'em, bust 'em, then pass 'em off (Pass 'em off) she throws it back
In the endzone (Catch it like Randy Moss) momma caught me
Sipping on wocky sorry I got a cough
If a nigga ever come, try me: I bet we take 'em off
Drop that rat
Cus you know she's picking and choosing (What) I got tech
And I'm shooting anything moving (Gdrraa) I can't help it that I'm sick
And these little boys ain't improving (How I know) because you're sitting here
Rocking back with the music (Okay) had to go get the fruit
Cus I wasn't born with the juice, but I got it I sip it every day
And now I'm getting loose (Now I'm getting loose) she said I can't handle her
And her friends but where the proof (What) can't even decide which one I want
Give me the crew (Now switch it up) he gon come through tripping
We press him and make him give it up
Off that perky itching make him and his mistress double dutch
Pull up we're flicking something like a cop without the cuffs
If they hit the lights, we do the dash and then we're turning up
Gotta gets the chicken if he in the kitchen
Burn 'em up (Burn his ass up) that lil nigga fruity
Treat 'em like an apple, cut 'em up (Cut his ass up) know we do no talking
If you want the static turn me up nigga
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Most of y'all be (Lame as hell) and stay up out the way
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Ke-Kel told me get in the stu'
I guess I got to do it (Okay) niggas in my city can't rap
Well, let me be the blueprint (Fasho) say a couple words make 'em rhyme
Ain't nun really to it (At all) catch me head to toe in a check
Like Nike Ima do it (Ima do it) had to leave some behind me
Cus they got in the way (For real) I'm not with that friendly shit
Don't walk up and try to call me gang (lame ass) for all you niggas
Acting tough but you're really civilians
Most these niggas know what you're talking about is
Purely fiction
Talkin Mac 11's, Drac's, chops, and long extensions
CC with the gas
Got me floating into different dimensions (CC got that gas) you're rapping bout some
Wild shit you ain't ever gon' witness (At all) all I'm saying
Don't talk about it if you ain't really live it
I can get a nigga set up
All it takes is one call (For real), shorty take his ass to the room
Get him up out them drawls (What?), he was sipping henny so he
Tryna bust down her jaws (Haa), he too comfortable
Plus, he's lacking leave his brains on the wall
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Reason why I stick to myself:
Cus most these niggas stupid (Yop) had to hit his bitch with the stick
Sum kinda like cupid (Yop) she had something stuck in her teeth
So, I gave her a toothpick (I did) rolling something up in a leaf
Like I'm smoking a tulip (Uh) d-d-different
Flavors we see 'em, bust 'em, then pass 'em off (Pass 'em off) she throws it back
In the endzone (Catch it like Randy Moss) momma caught me
Sipping on wocky sorry I got a cough
If a nigga ever come, try me: I bet we take 'em off
Drop that rat
Cus you know she's picking and choosing (What) I got tech
And I'm shooting anything moving (Gdrraa) I can't help it that I'm sick
And these little boys ain't improving (How I know) because you're sitting here
Rocking back with the music (Okay) had to go get the fruit
Cus I wasn't born with the juice, but I got it I sip it every day
And now I'm getting loose (Now I'm getting loose) she said I can't handle her
And her friends but where the proof (What) can't even decide which one I want
Give me the crew (Now switch it up) he gon come through tripping
We press him and make him give it up
Off that perky itching make him and his mistress double dutch
Pull up we're flicking something like a cop without the cuffs
If they hit the lights, we do the dash and then we're turning up
Gotta gets the chicken if he in the kitchen
Burn 'em up (Burn his ass up) that lil nigga fruity
Treat 'em like an apple, cut 'em up (Cut his ass up) know we do no talking
If you want the static turn me up nigga
I ain't really with the flexing, I be cooling
Y'all be spreading 1's, she took the mic
And started to beatbox till her nose run (Yea) and I ain't talking about a stripper
When I tell 'em "come and catch the ones", he's paying fees
I bet he leave without that refund (Fasho) and I'm a dirty nigga
Try to fight me and I bet he feel the blade
Lowkey I'm generous, I ain't have my clippers
And he still (Beat his ass) caught the fade
I be Tryna cool it with niggas but most of y'all be lame
Reason why I stick to myself and stay up out the way
Most of y'all be (Lame as hell) and stay up out the way
Credits
Writer(s): Khaleel Johnson
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