Breaking Up

[Intro] Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy [Chorus] Folks in this bitch, high as hell Nigga can’t even stay up We gon' come through let shots off nigga Alley-oop, it's a layup Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga He why you and your bitch breaking up And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up [Verse 1] Made that bitch think we went together then I told that bitch we breaking up Pull up to your hood in a redlight, kid see me and told me to crank it up Pulled up to a Lamborghini car meet and the owner told me to rev it up Pulled up to the Lamborghini party, 8000 dollars just to come I can’t wait 'till Rari drop a truck Goddamn, I can’t wait 'till Courtney hit me up (Go) I can’t wait till this hoe leave me alone Told shorty dont talk crazy, he on speaker phone (Shh) I can’t wait 'till they let Left Eye out Pussy you know we had slammers at my grandma house I can't wait 'till this hoe shut her mouth Bitch if you ain't talkin' money, whatchu talkin' 'bout ? [Chorus] Folks in this bitch, high as hell Nigga can’t even stay up We gon' come through let shots off nigga Alley-oop, it's a layup Shout out to the fuckin' tec lil nigga He why you and your bitch breaking up And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil bitch I can’t hear ya bitch I’m breaking Up [Verse 2] Foenem off the shit, finna drop his sip I be woke as fuck, I don’t never sleep Shoot him, broke his rim, smoke more trees than Tim Cut motherfuckers off, somethin' like a Trim Send the parking lot, hit the back like Sim Dunkin' hoes like Tim, point me to the gym Left off, I face my brim, clips, I got my film Can't bitch roll my rim, hello Uncle Sam Pulled up in that yurn', turn they head like Tim Finna let the car fart, somrthing I can't help Excuse salesman, can you help? Let me get this belt Pulled up remy hittin' on me and I couldn't even tell Gang gang has arrived, someone let off the bell Your pendant cost my shirt and bitch my left wrist cost a belt Boy, whatchu smokin'? Rock? Boy, whatchu smell? LL Boy, let me tell you something better be cool just like LL (LL, LL) I put the cat up 'cause that bitch causin' Hell You tryna keep it lowkey, you wanna yell Chief So ain't with that fake shit, nah for real, nah for real Run flats on a supercharger for real Who sold you that shit? man them shits is not for real Red and blue supercharged call that man of steel Practice made perfect, bitch you know I got skill Momma made a bid, bitch you know we down to kill You only stand for what? bitch what you tryna tell Smoked too many loud blunts, bitch I can't even hear Bitch I gotta dip, you got some chips I’ll reappear (skrt) Ridin' in that Lemon, she gave me chin, crimson I don't trust these niggas, I don't trust these women Skatin', Bart Simpson, I forgot to mention Don't be tryna race me, smoke you like a Winston