Breaking Bad

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, bitch
Yeah huh
Yeah huh
Yeah huh
Yeah
Bitch

I'm bringing hell wish you all the fucking best (Uh, yeah)
Breaking necks, Breaking Bad, crystal meth (Uh, yeah)
40 rounds in the mag fill his chest (Uh, yeah)
Death to him, don't you try, not a bit (Uh, yeah)

Knock that nigga out like I'm playing for the Mets (For the Mets)
If there's gas around you know I'm copping next (Copping next)
Heard ya bitch a thot I know who I'm hitting next (Okay, okay)

After her, it's her bestfriend, I'm calling next (I'm calling next)
She say I'm insane, but she don't even know me (Don't even know me)

And that bitch for the gang, cause she fucked with my homie (Cause she fucked with my homie)

I was losing my brain, yeah that was the old me (Yeah that was the old me)
And my choppa got range, it shoot like Ginobili

I'm bringing hell wish you all the fucking best (Uh, yeah)
Breaking necks, Breaking Bad, crystal meth (Uh, yeah)
40 rounds in the mag fill his chest
Death to him, don't you try, not a bit (Uh, yeah)

I'm bringing hell wish you all the fucking best (Uh, yeah)
Breaking necks, Breaking Bad, crystal meth (Crystal Meth)
40 rounds in the mag fill his chest (Fill his chest)
Death to him, don't you try, not a bit (What)

That boy a rook he not a vet (He a fucking rookie)
Won't take ya bitch well wanna bet?

This ain't up for discussion, you niggas be bluffing
Mixing up the drugs got a cough need Robitussin
Faded and I'm driving everyday like it's nothing

I'm bringing hell wish you all the fucking best
Breaking necks, Breaking Bad, crystal meth
40 rounds in the mag fill his chest up
Death to him, don't you try, not a bit (What)

I'm bringing hell wish you all the fucking best (What)
Breaking necks, Breaking Bad, crystal meth (What)



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Writer(s): B.o.d Geez
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