Break It (freestyle)
Ball on these niggas so hard that I'm breaking their ankles
I ain't even breaking me a sweat
Baby I hope that you're bringing your friend
Cause it's double or nothing like it was a bet
Say she want marriage but I just want pussy and power and money and definitely respect
Drip everyday that I promise to God if your bitch come around me I'm getting her wet
Promise, I'm never stressed when I'm shopping
Knowledge, I get a whole lotta neck
Baddie, she ain't the type to be bothered
Gladly, young niggas sip on some tech
Plenty of fish in the sea but I promise to God I'm the only one swam out the net
Niggas be frontin' like they really stuntin
I swear they need a reality check
Get it, they need some IRL money
Digits look like the score on a test
Midget, money be thin like baloney
Me? I need me three commas, no less
Baby, why you gon' suck on me lazy
Cause lately I feel you ain't doing your best
I might have to go switch you out, baby
I'm sorry, I know that I'm making a mess
I took a tab and I found me a way to make money
I call it reality check
She a musician, she said she wan' such on me
So I gave her my Big Black Clarinet
I'm with a model, she drink out the bottle
Take so many shots, you would think she a vet
Put my right hand on her titty
Told me, "Hobbs Hatch, I gotta get something off me chest"
"I really fuck with your music, like how do you do it?
Cause lyrically you are the best!"
"Honestly, baby, I really just rap off the top
While these lil' ass rappers stay stressed
Punchin' this shit like a boxer
I know that I'm hotter than dragons with bad coffee breath
They say you look stupid, till you really do it
I really did do it, I'll do it again
Really, I did it, I didn't have a plan
Always been gifted, I know I'm advanced
I get so high that I don't wanna land
No other niggas when I'm in Japan
Konichiwa, can you undo your pants?
What the fuck? I ain't know you had a mans
What do you mean he gon' be here in ten?
I guess I gotta go fly you to France
Au revoir, bad bitch
Saint Laurent, jacket
Take a trip, acid
Take a hit, pass it
Bank account, massive
Take ya bitch, tragic
Fuck her once, that's it
Disappear, magic
They be like, "Hatch, why you gotta take all of the bitches?"
Cause all of the bitches, they want me
I don't condone all the poppin' of pills
But I keep me a rap like a muhfuckin' mummy
Niggas be thinkin' she sweet till I talk to they girl
And she already callin' me honey
If want smoke, then it's gonna be just like your face
Cause I promise this shit gon' get ugly
I ain't even breaking me a sweat
Baby I hope that you're bringing your friend
Cause it's double or nothing like it was a bet
Say she want marriage but I just want pussy and power and money and definitely respect
Drip everyday that I promise to God if your bitch come around me I'm getting her wet
Promise, I'm never stressed when I'm shopping
Knowledge, I get a whole lotta neck
Baddie, she ain't the type to be bothered
Gladly, young niggas sip on some tech
Plenty of fish in the sea but I promise to God I'm the only one swam out the net
Niggas be frontin' like they really stuntin
I swear they need a reality check
Get it, they need some IRL money
Digits look like the score on a test
Midget, money be thin like baloney
Me? I need me three commas, no less
Baby, why you gon' suck on me lazy
Cause lately I feel you ain't doing your best
I might have to go switch you out, baby
I'm sorry, I know that I'm making a mess
I took a tab and I found me a way to make money
I call it reality check
She a musician, she said she wan' such on me
So I gave her my Big Black Clarinet
I'm with a model, she drink out the bottle
Take so many shots, you would think she a vet
Put my right hand on her titty
Told me, "Hobbs Hatch, I gotta get something off me chest"
"I really fuck with your music, like how do you do it?
Cause lyrically you are the best!"
"Honestly, baby, I really just rap off the top
While these lil' ass rappers stay stressed
Punchin' this shit like a boxer
I know that I'm hotter than dragons with bad coffee breath
They say you look stupid, till you really do it
I really did do it, I'll do it again
Really, I did it, I didn't have a plan
Always been gifted, I know I'm advanced
I get so high that I don't wanna land
No other niggas when I'm in Japan
Konichiwa, can you undo your pants?
What the fuck? I ain't know you had a mans
What do you mean he gon' be here in ten?
I guess I gotta go fly you to France
Au revoir, bad bitch
Saint Laurent, jacket
Take a trip, acid
Take a hit, pass it
Bank account, massive
Take ya bitch, tragic
Fuck her once, that's it
Disappear, magic
They be like, "Hatch, why you gotta take all of the bitches?"
Cause all of the bitches, they want me
I don't condone all the poppin' of pills
But I keep me a rap like a muhfuckin' mummy
Niggas be thinkin' she sweet till I talk to they girl
And she already callin' me honey
If want smoke, then it's gonna be just like your face
Cause I promise this shit gon' get ugly
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Hatch
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