Break ’Em Off

[Verse 1: Big Momma]

Uh

Which one of yall wanna run with me

Get your wig pushed back like mr. clean

Get put to sleep promethazine

I ain't come into this (queue?) aimin at your whole team

Fuck these n****s with a passion though

I send nine mili shots and you ? by smoke

Which one of these ? out my asshole

I been feeling this shit since i can’t do (dough?)

Muthafuckas got beef gon’ give me the whole steak

I'm the queen of the pack you the pawn, checkmate

These n****s last place in the bad bitch race

F**s actin’ like a ? put the irons in they face

I wanna— ?

You not up i got you

I'm the top bitch ?

Cakes da killa, talk to em

[Verse 2: Cakes Da Killa]

What yall n****s finna do with me

Been spittin 16 since ‘93

And bitches overseas, in magazines

My (carter?) be by maybelline

Fuck you and your man hoe

Cakey spit pure ammo

Old n****s get to talkin back its silver cats and they can’t go

[Hook/Break]

Break em off off break em break em off

Break em off off break em break em off

Break em off off break em break em off

Broke em off some buckle when i step through the door

Break em off off break em break em off

Break em off off break em break em off

Break em off off break em break em off

Broke em off some buckle—

[Verse 3: Cakes Da Killa]

I-I-I’m the most clinically insane cunt bitch up in the game

I’m poppin, lock n’ load my toaster if you merging in my lane

Ridin too is all the same I wish a f** would say my name

N****s talk a lotta shit since i came into my fame

My n****s rap sh-ready

Load the tec and machetes

N****s is breathin on heavy once i drop the spaghetti

F**ts i boil em al dente, kay

Wrapped in they ?

Bitches softer than penne

So i eat em for dinnay

(k-k-killa)

You all n****s wanna find out

Cakes came here to put bitches in timeout

Gotta bad bitch who ain't afraid to pull a bobs out

Bought em overseas and i'm under where i hide out

Dat shit cray

Yall n****s still need Ben-gay

I'm comin at n****s (soupay?)

So fuck that he-say, she-say

Cakes that shit so n****s cosign me

Spit hot shit so the trade will rhyme me

F**s throw shots, shit can harm me

Hit you with that Kamehame

My shit gon drip like cocaine

My shit gon out like coltrane

I been up on that benji shit

Im blastin brims off

[Verse 4: Big Momma]

Big momma’s not a monster but I rip your fuckin face loose

Heavy shit leakin blood spewin like it’s baby puke

Just had a premonition, you n****s all went missin

Yeah it’s cakes and im big momma and we been cute with competition like

Damn, yo who the fuck yall n****s aimin’ for

Like why the fuck yall reachin when my n****s at the top

You know these real n****s won’t miss you

These n****s say they don’t see you

So why the fuck yall be rappin like your women totin their pistol on these bitches i bury

In the pet cemetery

N****s grab on your dicks cus momma finna get scary

Banana clips in yo gut wrap bitches up like a doobie

Put razor blades in yo face you bitches shaggy like scooby

You feel me

Bitches better keep it quiet in this muthafucker

Before we have to start a riot in this muthafucker

Cakes da killa big momma (frill?) a manila

Servin milk to these rappers that ain't know f*****s is realer