Breaking Bad Lyrics

Aye

Aye, ya, ya

Running back, got these niggas mad

Wait

I gave em Couldn't Change, they bump that shit like who is that

Swervin' catchin' bags, no I swear this ain't a fad

Lately been touchin' racks, like this shit was Breaking Bad

Walked in, Walter White cause bitch I'm in the lab

Talk then, one thing bout niggas man they skip the facts

We keep them legal blicks, pushin' up don't make me snap

Never been a gangsta, I'm just in the game like Warren Sapp (Ayeee, Unhhh)

You know my gang legit

I just fucked her bestie, cause I really could then ghost the bitch

Locked out

Ain't a lame, so bitch come check it out (Check it out)

Boutta ball, like I'm James, so what you sayin' now

Rock star, but fuck the fame I ain't stressin' that (Ain't no stress)

I get a rack I flip it, Stevie workin' like In-N-Out (Fa, Fa)

Don't got no shit he renegade, so please just get em' out (Get em' out)

Way before I ever fold, you'll see a billy hit yo account (Damn)

Aye

I'm really from the south

Really like my bitches thick, white girls cool, but I like em' brown (Like em' brown)

How they fuck the Lang up, I don't know what niggas do

I just walked up out the bank, coppin' shit like this is cool (This is cool)

Need a 50 pack, split with gang cause they dudes

450 on jeans nigga, 450 before the tax (Let's go)

That's a rack, like we worked on vert again

Marni cardigan, lookin' preppy my name Gilligan

Lookin' in the mirror, smirkin' like damn what plan

Ca$hout be the rainman, way before that I was weatherman (I was weatherman)

Takin' bitches out (Ayee), that's a light tab (Facts, facts)

Wait his bitch out (Ouu), she ain't write back

Cuzzo sent an ounce (Ayee), bitch he like Nash

I got my BM drip, boujee bitch she like cash (Walk, walk)

Kid it hurt to walk, city on my fuckin back

Really come from Miramar, out east baby, go check the map (Go check the map)

Unh, exotic zeb and food

Icon, I'm in Brickell, 40 floors up Ima touch the moon

Ain't it really strange, why they copy, How that's cool

No hook on this bitch nigga, I'm talking shit you niggas food

Really bout my chips nigga, winning blood don't ever lose

Stevie goin' stack for stack, feel like '08 Carlos Booz

Ayee, ya

COG, COG, COG