Break Out
4 5 9 Witta code get the stacks in
All you dumb bitches on my toes get to slacking
Gotta get to work, get the gold, thats facts and
Alla yall yippity dickity yip yappin
Imma do rappin Aint bout the trap shit
While im packing a bag im attacking Yeah
Got a lil bitch zipper unfastened
Aint nobody see in my seat is a bad bitch
Imma do three in a week
I got my g in the seat
I got my dawg and its funny cuz that bitches money is mine, and im
Feelin ill be on lease Think imma be on a beat
Think imma be on repeat
Imma do him dirty, if he text my bitch
Test my shit, put a damn hoe to rest My hit
Feel like, imma be up next my
Road Is seeming so close
They said he heard he dirty witta hoes
Nah bitch im a flirty birdy, if she gold
But if she amber hearding, imma go
I said im stacking the cheese and the gold
I feel like mastering beats and the flows
4LP cashing and creeping it though
Got me feelin all, flashes of heat in the cold
People done thought i was dead imma pop shit
G43x bullet in the noggin
Put a bitch, down on the ground and he floppin
All they did was doubt all the shit that im rockin
I dont use credit, i debit its from my pocket
Are yall done telling me to fuckin stop it
All yall withdrawal, when i deposit
Everybody waiting for the day that im droppin
I think you need be little more comprehensive, try to be me, fuck off stop the business
She got to sit on my lap, she got for christmas
Try to pray to god but i dont got forgiveness
I think you seek beef, order at a steakhouse
I got so many bars you gotta break out
Flinch cant move, like a bitch is gon fake out
Imma brick break the face, bitch got layed out
I am the predator you is the prey
Bitch I am the rumpke truck you the waste, now
I am the creditor you gotta pay now
You are the regular i am the change
I feel like you think that we are the same
I know that, i run my shit different game
Bitch i am the daddy and you are the son
Least thats what your bitch done tell me every month
So let's break it down
I got a couple thousand at the house
Fronting the green and it come back around
I'm chuckin the cheese and it stuck in the ground
If only these labels knew what I'm about
They would come find me Sign me
Typing up that contract bitch I needa ride beat
Bitch I need my cake, and I bet she gon ride me
Never broke again, but what the fuck would I be
If I never wrote before
I'm like tic tac toe with the x and os
I got love for the game, and the lesson goes
You got lust for the fame, get checks n go
I'm a mismatch, missile making impact, in fact
Murder that track I'mma hit that, click clack Bam
And when they up calling up dispatch
Imma call ham, appear like Kadabra Alakazam
Aint nobody talking bout what I am
Everybody talking bout what I was
So imma run it back, this is my plan
I am not half the dude that i was
So let's take it back now
I eint finna back out
4 5 Tracks in the studio sat down
Been 6 months, but I'm ready gonna max out
This is my rap now
So let's take it back now
I eint finna back out
4 5 Tracks in the studio sat down
Been 6 months, but I'm ready gonna max out
This is my rap now im out yea
All you dumb bitches on my toes get to slacking
Gotta get to work, get the gold, thats facts and
Alla yall yippity dickity yip yappin
Imma do rappin Aint bout the trap shit
While im packing a bag im attacking Yeah
Got a lil bitch zipper unfastened
Aint nobody see in my seat is a bad bitch
Imma do three in a week
I got my g in the seat
I got my dawg and its funny cuz that bitches money is mine, and im
Feelin ill be on lease Think imma be on a beat
Think imma be on repeat
Imma do him dirty, if he text my bitch
Test my shit, put a damn hoe to rest My hit
Feel like, imma be up next my
Road Is seeming so close
They said he heard he dirty witta hoes
Nah bitch im a flirty birdy, if she gold
But if she amber hearding, imma go
I said im stacking the cheese and the gold
I feel like mastering beats and the flows
4LP cashing and creeping it though
Got me feelin all, flashes of heat in the cold
People done thought i was dead imma pop shit
G43x bullet in the noggin
Put a bitch, down on the ground and he floppin
All they did was doubt all the shit that im rockin
I dont use credit, i debit its from my pocket
Are yall done telling me to fuckin stop it
All yall withdrawal, when i deposit
Everybody waiting for the day that im droppin
I think you need be little more comprehensive, try to be me, fuck off stop the business
She got to sit on my lap, she got for christmas
Try to pray to god but i dont got forgiveness
I think you seek beef, order at a steakhouse
I got so many bars you gotta break out
Flinch cant move, like a bitch is gon fake out
Imma brick break the face, bitch got layed out
I am the predator you is the prey
Bitch I am the rumpke truck you the waste, now
I am the creditor you gotta pay now
You are the regular i am the change
I feel like you think that we are the same
I know that, i run my shit different game
Bitch i am the daddy and you are the son
Least thats what your bitch done tell me every month
So let's break it down
I got a couple thousand at the house
Fronting the green and it come back around
I'm chuckin the cheese and it stuck in the ground
If only these labels knew what I'm about
They would come find me Sign me
Typing up that contract bitch I needa ride beat
Bitch I need my cake, and I bet she gon ride me
Never broke again, but what the fuck would I be
If I never wrote before
I'm like tic tac toe with the x and os
I got love for the game, and the lesson goes
You got lust for the fame, get checks n go
I'm a mismatch, missile making impact, in fact
Murder that track I'mma hit that, click clack Bam
And when they up calling up dispatch
Imma call ham, appear like Kadabra Alakazam
Aint nobody talking bout what I am
Everybody talking bout what I was
So imma run it back, this is my plan
I am not half the dude that i was
So let's take it back now
I eint finna back out
4 5 Tracks in the studio sat down
Been 6 months, but I'm ready gonna max out
This is my rap now
So let's take it back now
I eint finna back out
4 5 Tracks in the studio sat down
Been 6 months, but I'm ready gonna max out
This is my rap now im out yea
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Writer(s): Conner Kenter
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