Текст Freddie Gibbs – Breakin’ Necks

Hook:
My, My, My
My paint dripping wet
Bass banging out the deck

Verse 1:
My Cutlass was on 20’s then I moved up and I got them deuces
When I’m at the dealership I hit ’em with a few chips, now a nigga pulling off the lot with the new shit
Benz s550, sitting pretty, see me whipping that
Got dough so you know when I come up on the 650 I might get rid of that
I’m a pop that trunk on an old school dump, get beat up the street
Turn up that bump and blaze that blunt man motherfuck the police
They know I smoke, I drink, when I ride I stay high
I got my town on lock, niggas know that I’m that guy in G.I
That’s why my, my, my paint dripping wet
Bumping Midwest shit in my deck
Better keep a clip in the tech and a vest on your chest, never know when a nigga might test
Ain’t no slacking on my ends, I want big cream and nothing less
I ain’t in the rap shit to make no friends, you want 16 then cut the check
Once I get it we gon’ kick it, we gon’ ball and make a lot of bread
Roll drop that beat that make ’em brawl, make ’em bobblehead
Hoes break they neck when I’m passing ’em by
Don’t trip, your bitch wanna roll with a pimp, I’m so fly, she say my

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Verse 2:
My Chevy on blades man, I’m clocking these hoes man
Lay that game on they brain, get my change with no shame
I was running these dames way before I could flow man
Easily separate me from the lames and no-names

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Verse 3:
My Chevy on 4’s man, I’m clocking these hoes man
I got ’em breakin’ they neck
My Caddy on 4’s man, I’m clocking these hoes
I got ’em breakin’ they neck

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