BREAKING BAD Lyrics

Heard he scam for that bag

Better dip out of town

feeling like Breaking Bad

Going to takeover the compound

Nowadays only problem

Can't decide what I want now

Me and Fynn don't flaunt

But we got the game on lock now

Yeah we got it on lock

Got the keys in my sock

Got the keys in the pot

Got the keys in the

What they sneezing about

Yeah we gonna pour that shit up

Like its heaven

Pouring that shit up

Right 7/11

Check my phone right now

Its 7:11

Doing this shit man

It feel like my destiny

Yeah

Talking that shit on the phone

with my brethren yeah

Teaching these niggas

It feel like a lesson

I be rapping on these beats

Just like you wish you could yeah

Ask why she got a splinter

Because she just got wood

I got hundreds all on me

Got hundreds all on me

These niggas all bummy

Send them to the woods

And these niggas so crummy

Bitch I wish you would

Niggas really bitches

Niggas really bitches

All these niggas around me

Be my fucking witness

Rapping on these beats

They say I'm so sadistic

Ever since a kid bitch

Was feeling artistic

Now all these niggas really lame

They all a statistic

Get the fuck up out my way

I'm taking a fit pic

Get the fuck up out my way

I run it up Fitbit

When the smoke blow away

It turns into mist bitch

I'm counting red and green

I'm calling it Christmas

Got the hundreds got the blues

That's all on my wish list

Got the water on my neck

Like I just got christened

On a mission

Got to get all this shit in my vision

Got to stay away from these niggas

Because they snitching

I done came alive

In the night like a vamp

Got the band in the lab

And we lit like a lamp

In the limelight

And I cant really stand

When these niggas talking to me

Fanning out on the gram

TOUCH THE SKY