Break Bones
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Okay yeah, okay
Pull that punk out the window of the range, what's up
Dodging silver bullets, switchblade fangs, what's up
Got that strap on my side, heat on me like it's July
Lil bitch an onion cause I cut him and he cried
Pussy don't want to face off
Pit with his chains on
They're too afraid to go to war
I'll chew their fuckin face off, uh huh
So considerate, my dick on her cliterate
She tried to put a spell on me
But she can't spell, illiterate
Grip the gat, open up the duffle bag
I told that bitch to bite the chopper
Where my fuckin money at
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Okay yeah, okay
Pull that punk out the window of the range, what's up
Dodging silver bullets, switchblade fangs, what's up
Got that strap on my side, heat on me like it's July
Lil bitch an onion cause I cut him and he cried
Pussy don't want to face off
Pit with his chains on
They're too afraid to go to war
I'll chew their fuckin face off, uh huh
So considerate, my dick on her cliterate
She tried to put a spell on me
But she can't spell, illiterate
Grip the gat, open up the duffle bag
I told that bitch to bite the chopper
Where my fuckin money at
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
Bitch I break bones
Looking for serenity
I face foes
If I don't like your energy
I crack skulls, put that on my soul
If you ain't a friend to me
You're as good as dead to me
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Writer(s): Austin Riley
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