#BreakDown! (OPRAH) ft. Lil Doomut Lyrics

Where yo' bitch at? (Mm-mmm-mm, mmm-mmh)

I'm tryna run up them commas, the plan for the future (OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

That Swagguh Music (Lil Doomut-Lil Doomut, Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it)

That Swagguh (Lil Doomut-Lil Doomut, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?")

I'm tryna run up them commas, the plan for the future (Future)

Better watch how you maneuver (Maneuver)

Niggas be slime, better not let em' fool ya (On bro')

Bitch, i'm not here to school ya

I gotta' talk my shit when I hop on the beat, it's a bang-bang like a shootout (When I hop on the beat, bang-bang-bang)

Like Housing, we posted up at his crib, we'll make lil bro' move out (Move out)

Put him in the roots, then, I hop on a new route (New route)

Put his lil ass in the dirt (On bro')

Put his lil ass on a shirt (Rrahh-rrahh)

I'll put his lil ass right in a hearse (Rrahh-rrahh)

Now, his mother hurt (She hurt)

He gon' end up the worse

I got a big ass glock, uh

(When this shit bangin', man, shit gon' twerk)

I'm like, "Fuck it, I wanna make a song, baegirl, am I wrong for long? I won't be alone" (Am I—?)

Whenever we talk on the phone, i'm inside the dome like, "When you gon' gimme' some dome?" (Dome like, when you gon' gimme' that brain?)

What kinda' shirt? It's VLONE

What kinda' cup is that? It's styrofoam

I got the ice and a sip of Patrón

(Dig him up, beat him with rocks, he stoned)

No, I won't take a break, now

I gotta catch this breakdown (Breakdown)

Bro' bend the corners, Breakdown (Breakdown)

Shit lookin' like we in a race, now (Race, now)

Uh

We lookin' for doopties, who tryna give me face, now? (Doopties, face, now)

We on the way, now (Way, now)

Pull up to that store, give him 60 like it was a SprayGround (Im So Slimee)

Oh, you don't rock with me? (Fuck)

You gon' get rolled over (Bitch)

Uh, like, damnn

Lil bitch call me her Master, Yoda (Yoda)

We swing thru in a 'Yota

Make shit shake, get it poppin' like soda (Soda)

Grrahh, you get a bullet, you get bullet, and you get a bullet like Oprah (You get a bullet, like Oprah, Damnn)

I'll put a nigga six-feet under, when I stand over (Stand-over, Uh)

Like Mortal Kombat, you wanna play? Get beat, "Game Over!" (Game Over)

Slide thru, test my aim, shoot mid-range, skrt-off in a Rover (Skrt-Skrt)

Strapped up, no leaf blower

Grrahh, leave you there, i'ma blow it (Rrahh-rrahh)

Hop on the beat, talk my shit, line-by-line, just call me "a poet" (A poet)

She tryna gimme' some brain, lil bitch wanna be mine (be mind), i'm already knowin'

Lil5iveten on the beat, i'ma kick down that door, bitch, i'ma go in

Catch lil bro', send him up, now, he goin'

Frrr, push that button, it's snowin' (Frrr-frrr)

She told me, "she like how i'm flowin'", uh (Uh)

They sleep on me, i'm tuff'

Bet this one gon' wake niggas up

I don't really think yall listen enough

That ain't Lil5iveten, that shit butt (That shit ass)

Hop out the whip, put belt to ass

Lil nigga grounded, oh, he in trouble (Grrahh-Grrahh)

Oh, you don't rock with me? (Fuck)

You gon' get rolled over (Bitch)

Uh, like, damnn

Lil bitch call me her Master, Yoda (Yoda)

We swing thru in a 'Yota

Make shit shake, get it poppin' like soda (Soda)

Grrahh, you get a bullet, you get bullet, and you get a bullet like Oprah (You get a bullet, like Oprah)

No, I won't take a break, now (OH MY GOD)

I gotta catch this breakdown (DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?)

Bro' bend the corners, Breakdown (Uh, Gimme' a beat, i'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?")

We lookin' for doopties, who tryna give me face, now? (Doopties, face, now)