Текст песни Breakin Bad - 27 Mari

Yeah, Ight, okay
Damn, I love to break jaws with my fists
Walkin' in the club, got a whole bag on my wrist

Bro was a lil' fruity, threw him a box of tricks
I ain't got too many treats, but I can show you a trick
It's a good Friday to press me, I'm throwin' bricks
Slim thick baddie, couple extra pounds, lickin' her lips

Damn, we on Fortnite, bout' to take the Rift
Jones Family BBQ, bout' to get me a plate of ribs
C'mon, c'mon, let's shake some
Drake hangin' out the window, steamin', ready to bake some

Spring break, we in Miami, bad biddies with cake on them
You can call me Mr. Farmer, cause I got the hoes and rakes on me
I guess you could call me the local punch god
If I don't got the blicky on me, I'ma knock you with a blazin' rod

I can give you 300 pounds of cash like my name was Rod
But hold on, let me bring the wave
I can make a girl laugh till she cry like my name was Dave
I can make him leave and come back like a echo inside a cave

I'm going full Naruto mode on you, I'm bringin' all the rage
Yeah, Ight, I'm spittin' all fire
I applied for 50 different jobs, they all told me I was hired
Damn, slidin' down the opps block on two tires

These other niggas sittin' on cloud nine, I'm way higher
I always got the money on my mind, I never get tired
Damn, why they let they mans die like that
When I say I'm bout to pop out, I'm really just goin' to the trap

Got the cuffs on her wrist, breakin' her back
But when I got done, her best friend came and sat on my lap
Damn, you never heard somethin' like this
I produced the beat, wrote the lyrics, man, come take this pic

All the fans really some haters, cause they know I'm the shit
Man, I always had this dream in the stu since I was a kid
Damn, okay