Big Bata - Breeze

I ain't hop on the court ballin'
I just do it for the sport
They be like damn when I pop out
Damn when I pop out
I'm the man where I pop out Studi bopped out the backyard And took that shit to the drop Off Dr. Scholls in the sole of my shoe
Got something to step on
You call it hustle I call it
This is how I'm gon get it Handling business you ain't in it Mind yo got damn business
I put a pyrex and a pot near a chemist
They'll show me how to do it,
A apprentice till I start my own kitchen
The premises full of smith n's and bag flippers
I'm a been had nigga
Bitches bopping just tryna smash niggas
Glass glitter look at his jewels shit ain't cool
Why he pop out look like
One of them bum niggas in school
The juice I had gave it to them shorties
To brag with he a deadman walking
Get him a casket can't adapt
To a habitat surrounded by goblins
Bro bout to back out something
But he know that they watching W-we packed out blunted Smoking gas in here
Pull down a mask down hunting for that flashy shit
Extort his building his shorty putting on mascara
Bitch where the money I took it off cuz the mask scare her

I'll breeze in a M3
He's on a 10-speed
It's Gs in my cavalry
Come on ride with me
And she's not my main squeeze
I smoke weed roam streets
Underground to dirty to go mainstream

They like he sound to gutter
So big bata ain't gon get no spins I move butter cuz shit like this They don't shed a light Up On the trenches
I'm the only voice for these niggas
That's why I rip it spitting off of the richter
The scale digital I'm doing numbers
Niggas get did dirty like victims
Tinted windows hide info
Shit you talking this what it's in for
She crush the pills up to sniff em Don't do the coke if she picking
I put a little ina pot let it drop
I'll let it sizzle
Aint no kindle but this fire is hot Crop out a picture piece
These clips fucking up shorty
Going thru tender meat
I beez in the trap with them ballers
Tell nicki get at me
I do my dance and get my bands
I like benjies
Grants pinker than a (Pussy)
Took me a minute but I pulled back up
And got it done shotgun up in the trunk
It look like Elmer Fudds you could run
But don't forget Ricky and what happened
4 do bending thru traffic it's more faster
Go pro watching the alley
They tryna blast us
Lil bro go out the front
And I'm walking backwards

We'll breeze in a M3
He's on a 10-speed
It's Gs in my cavalry
Come on ride with me
And she's not my main squeeze
I smoke weed roam streets
Underground to dirty to go mainstream

Written by:
Sabata Ferguson

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