Breach ft. FourFive Lyrics

Grab them C4s, grab them vests

Grab them automatics, grab them tecs

Whip em' out and we gon put em' to the test

Licks in Versace yeah different from the rest

Push to start, we don't need a key

Yeh

Then we skrt off in that SRT

Yeh

Got 1K up in this fuckin V

Yeh

And we gon need it cause you know we gon

Breach, breach, breach, breach, breach, breach, breach

All the demons come and

Reach, reach, reach, reach, reach, reach, reach

All the demons come and

Sing my song up to the moon, like I'm in a choir

Pray my prayers, but I'm cursed in this wicked fire

I slash and kill this beat, right from the shade like Michael Myers

And this ain't GTA but FourFive in that heist attire

Baguettes

Walk in and check

Time to collect

Imma hop in a jet

And then drive in a Vette

With my dawgs and my slatt

And ten racks in the back

Overseas with a mac

Everyday I'm getting richer than before

Five racks in a paper bag, I need an envelope

I was driving down Rodeo in Bottega

And my shawty pulled up in an all white Bentayga

Rolex on my wrist, I tell the time like I'm a player

I don't give a fuck cause imma have to see you later

When I call my brother up he slide in with that slayer

Ran into a problem, I would slime him with that laser

Ugh ugh

Pretty faces under masks, like you see in Vogue

Yeah we taking all this shit, this ain't pick and roll

Slide on this organ, got me feeling on my drac shit

I light the way for all my dawgs, yeah I'm that lit

Reload the clip, and then we pop out like a tec

I keep a corna, got it hanging on my neck

Wearing Nikes, playing chess in Prague, I keep em' all in check

Went from nothing now to something that's the butterfly effect