paroles de chanson Breakout - Kevlaar 7

I'm addressing you now shits gonna go down
Eyes cutting around breakout
All my niggas in the spot hand holding your glock
I just scoped the cops breakout
All my ladies with your blades hide your weed bags
Ya'll here come the pigs breakout
Get the fuck off the stage I don't think we got paid
Ya'll grab the gauge breakout

Spilled my drink on half of ya I'm not sorry
Gun rule ambassador unruly rapper
Tapping on the bottle my throttle on asthma
Hyperventilate tonight I'm a Rasta
Pass a white owl my crew crash the bar
Predator attack from the night owls
Right now it's a party why
Somebody snatched some cardi's Splashed Bacardi
All over a masaerati and somebodies mama probably
Robberies in the lobby Chill with that shit
Hit this roach clip I'm sipping don't trip
I got fam in this bitch Get ya hands up
Wild out! 747 man what
Invite confrontation precise libation
Slander and shit talk on deck I'm so faded
Done Niggas & bitches got pussy waiting

I'm addressing you now shits gonna go down
Eyes cutting around breakout
All my ladies tick tock where's the after hours spot
I got 5 on the pot breakout
All my niggas here hustling slanging that dust man
Dodging that punishment breakout
Mr. DJ a replay is what the crowd needs
Put it on repeat breakout

We don't pop Cristal we pop you in the mouth
Move like Kings my goblet holding the stout
White boys head banging front row wilding out
Cursing loud spraying broads with beer
I don't urge violence if it go down I don't care
Baby mama caused it double D pairs
Said she got no man so it's all fair
Fuck it hand us all a glass rolling grass
It's alotta ass in here it's our year
Don't spoil it alcoholics sleep on the toilet
Damn we got it boiling nigga don't spoil it
Hangover? pour it, drink more kid
Drink til we get rigormortis
This aint rapping we emceeing
It's a rave in here is that nigga bleeding
Oh well drink a round on me
And if you talking shit then take a round on me

I'm addressing you now shits gonna go down
Eyes cutting around breakout
All my niggas in the spot hand holding your glock
I just scoped the cops breakout
All my ladies with your blades hide your weed bags
Ya'll here come the pigs breakout
Get the fuck off the stage I don't think we got paid
Ya'll grab the gauge, breakout