Gunplay - Break 'Em Off lyrics

rate me

I got bitches on the blade, on the stage

And on back page

Swerve , grip and I grab grame

Bitch I’m coming down

Like a skinny Ricky rouse

Bitch we still break them off

Getting’ money like a poster

With a pistol and a hoster

I got that dope beat

That she wanna a double dose

Just a triple beam dreamer

And a triple black beamer

With a kung-fu fight

And a triple black Nina

Anything is on my lap

At all times my nigga

Half ass rap niggaz

All around my nigga

Niggaz talk about guns

All the drugs they slung

All the bitches they’re hitting

You got to be kidding

Ain’t no pimp going

In your hollow ass body

My dick drives bitches crazy

Boy they get psychotic

Hoes see the check

And bring their money right back

In my palm like that

Got a flat back cracker

And a black bitch for back-up

And a chain that I’ll put you

And me and Jacob

Ain’t shit real about you

Ain’t shit real about you

Oh you’re a rapper?

My hoe’s a sucker lacker deal

Let me say the shit straight

Let me count on my profit

All my bitches in pocket

Wtf you sayin’?

I’m checking traps

That bitches is lookin’ like she took it

I’m still in bitch’s soul

So I’m knockin’ niggaz’ hoes

I need most , no bullets

Most no ballers

Cause ain’t no witness deal

To go back and tell the vice- officer the shit we deal

Maybe it’s just me and gun

I’m breakin’ the hookers off

Prostitutes at the Atlantic City workin’ at the trunk

Cause makin’ hoes choose

They could stay

You really be checkin’ your bitch’s purse

I’mma go and let you know

Why these squares are nosin’

And these hoes are tosin’

You know what I’m saying?

My nigga here lookin’ horny

My nigga came down in skinny jeans

AKA span dicks,man

You know what I’m sayin’?

A hoe is like a gangster

I do this shit for real bro

From Washington DC to Waikiki

You could check it

I got hoes seein’ the paper bro

All away from the African zoolu to Honolulu

Every time I hit Miami

I knock a new bitch

You know what I’m saying?

They’re suckers man

You say a nigga’s sweet man

You know what I’m saying?

Hold up

You know what I’m saying?

When I do the talk

Hey look

This ain’t for the talk man

I’m really livin’ it man

You’re fuckin’with the key

Alright look