Break the cuffs Lyrics

What go around, don't always come around But when it's going up, it's coming down

Fuck twelve, might break the cuffs Had a lot, but it ain't enough

Play hard, I might call your bluff Talkin' tough, might get you fucked

Niggas talkin' tough, they know what's up No gun'll still get you cut

That switchblade, I put it in your guts Got a loud mouth, so put the ass on hush

Got a shy bitch, I put her ass on dust Bitch ain't never had no time to fight and fuss

Got yellow tuss mixed with the crush Should've stopped, but I love the rush

I should've stopped, but I love the rush Should've left the game, but I love to bang

Should've used your brain, but it gets rearranged Take flight, come back like a boomerang

Yeah

Keep that mac on my lap just in case something pop off

Last opposition upped on me, but he ain't get one shot off

Bitch, I was walkin' round town with a stiff leg Like a pimp, no crip, I'm clutchin' it sawed off

Better knock it off, or I'm knockin' your top off

Grip with the grip, I can saw down all y'all Anyone can step, bitch, be my guest

Step on the set and your ass get checked Anyone get pressed, I ain't impressed

Two shots for your dawg, you can keep the rest Talkin' headshot, headshot, keep the vest

Bitch, I'm from the south gang from the west Prolly off the molly, ridin' with the shotty

Hit you in the chest, it's a fuckin' mess, like, uh

Concrete stained with your brains Every time they look, it's like you never left

No regard, bitch, going ' hard Till there's nothin' left from the best that's definite

Workin' hard like I'm Mexican Bless a bitch down like the reverend

Nose in the sky, bitch, I'm excellent Roll with the best of them, killed all the rest of them

Fuck, fuck, 12, might break the cuffs Had a lot, but it ain't enough

Played hard, I might call your bluff Talkin' tough, might get you touched

Talkin' tough, they know what's up No gun, still get you cut

that switchblade, I put it in your guts Got a loud mouth, so put the ass on hush

Got a shy, bitch, I put her ass on dust Bitch, I ain't never had no time to fight, fuck

Got yellow tuss mixed with the crush Should've stopped, but I love the rush

I should've stopped, but I love the rush Should've left the gang, but I love to bang

Should've used your brain, but it gets rearranged Take flight, come back like a boomerang, yeah

Keep that mac on my lap just in case somethin' pop off

Last opposition upped on me, but he ain't get one shot off

Bitch, I was walkin' round town with a stiff leg Like a pimp no crip I'm clutchin' the sawed-off

Better knock it off, or I'm knockin' your top off

Grip with the grip, I can saw down all y'all

Anyone can step, bitch, be my guest I'm on the set, and your ass get checked

Anyone get pressed, I ain't impressed Two shots for your dawg, you can keep the rest

Two shots for your dawg, you can keep the rest

Double kill

Double kill

Double kill

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