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No Breaks Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
You gotta problem got a issue
Blow em down sound like a whistle
This a glock it a hit you
Rest and peace I ain't forget you
We sliding ghost this not a rental
Nina buss this nine a bend you
Aim sharp just like a pencil
No back door I'm confidential
Headtapped it popped his mental
Smell fear he moving gentle
Cross me then say accidental
Bloody scene bloody t yea I'm screaming murder
How you let them opp ass niggas put you on a shirt bruh
Say you from jersey but how you ain't never heard us
Youngins on top man we turnt up
And we getting more love
Smoking opp pack man it's burnt up
RNA we down to drill we purging
Jitts on the block I was learning
My bro died it was curtains
Fuck them I dont want more friends
All I want is more bands
All I want is more fans
Go to bank and get advance
No lick it's on my hands
You dying that was not the plan
Mix the faygo with the xan
I'm older now I'm just trying get to the top
Tired serving feens serving rocks tired standing on the block
See a opp spray em down my pole hold 7 shots
You a die this ain't no props
Send yo ass right too allah
Can't trust niggas got undercovers talking to the cops
Put blood sweat and tears man I really bled a lot
You wasn't in that field nigga wasn't whipping in that pot
Never had ya family crying begging you to really stop
Trying spray the whole round
Gotta take em all out
They took my bro trying blow wanna wipe they whole town
Brother gone he was lost and he never got found
Living okay stressing more smoking out the pound
Living for my family trying make it out
You don't really love me for me you just want me for my chain
Ricky running he running big ass drum take off his face
Since my brother died in the field I ain't been the same
Gotta keep the stick where I go gotta keep the k
Not a donor but I gave my heart away
Fuck all the beef fuck all the tweets trying get paid
For them nights that I struggled hold so much pain
Trying stack it tall to the ceiling till a old age
Money clothes and cars lil nigga I want some more fame
Pushing p's all gas no breaks I'm blowing propane
I'm blowing propane