Breakdown ft. Dalton Witt Lyrics

Rollin' up, got the gas in my gar

Playin' the bitch like I strum a guitar

Cut off a bitch for poppin' a bar

I got some money, I pay for a car

Shakin' her ass, she don't got a job

I ain't gon' trip, always gon ball

Scam her ass, hit for some racks in the car

Break down a bitch, then I hit the mall

Fuck all these bitches, you can't give em shit

Broke my heart once and that's all that you

get

She wanted my money, I'm payin' that rent

She got a video, suckin' my dick

Might just go leak it if she throw a fit

Bitch, I ain't playin', don't fuck with the kid

Claimin' you grown, but you act like a kid

Back in the zone, baby girl, this is it

Fuck what you said, cause it is what it is

Take all my shit, I'ma make it again

Pissin' me off, I'ma fuck with your friend

Scratch that shit, cause I already did

Ha, lil' bitch, I win

How does it feel just to blow in the wind

Shakin' some ass for some money again

You ain't a boss, you a bitch that pretends

Talk shit bout these hoes, but you still be they friends

My cousin, my brother, my motherfuckin' twins

Let's cut off these bitches and make us a plan

Rule number one, fuck a bitch, all I'm sayin'

Rollin' a blunt, got the gas in my gar

Playin' a bitch like I strum a guitar

Cut off a bitch cause she popped her a bar

I got some money, I pay for a car

She got a strip, she ain't got a job

I ain't gon' trip, always gon' ball

Scam a SD for the racks on the car

Break down the bitch and I go hit the mall

Ayy, break down the bitch, spend some racks in the mall

I'll pop a Xan, won't remember tomorrow

She off the Henny, threw up in the car

I'm off the blunt, I'm rollin' up zas

This lil' bitch, every night she gon' call

Better not disrespect me, I'm breakin' your jaw

I'm really a boss, I ain't takin' no loss

When I pull up, then she gon' drop off her bra

I swear to God, I ain't gon' call her tomorrow

Baby, I'm doin' these hoes so raw

I Don't give no fuck about nobody, on God

ARP the bitches straight up out the box

New gun store, I just went and copped that out the shop

I'ma slide with the 5 5 6 until you drop

People movin', hella scary while I'm clutchin' on the glock

I'm a self-made gangsta, I ain't grow up on the block

This one for the fans who be waitin' on the drop

I appreciate all y'all, that's on God

I'ma keep on grindin' til I get to the top