Broke Up (feat. Fre$h & Gudda Gudda)

Bangladesh No Ceilings, motherfucker Uh-huh, all right Uh-huh, all right, uh Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me Brain-dead flow, vegetable, zucchini I live on the beach, she walk around in her bikini Girls are like school, and I cut 'em like seniors I'm here to distinguish the bears from the penguins Life is just a gap, get some money in between it Glocks like police, pumps like Finas This beat getting totaled, Pam, Keisha, Kima Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick Big, bad flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours Vince Young, suicide doors Life's a bitch, now die for her I have the type of flow niggas don't have to like My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don't have to write (oh, you ain't know?) The way I'm eating niggas wish they had my appetite Straight up out of Texas and I'm major like Applewhite I pour four then I hit the exit door ('bout to) Take a trip to Macy's cop the whole second floor (gimme that) Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (smell it?) Yeah my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (haha) I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (see me?) Young Elvis Freshley, yes he flyer than the stork (damn) Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (uh), kicks neat (fresh) Got your son looking up to me like I'm six feet (haha) Your daughter need someone to save her (what?), not me (nah) I'm knocking hoes down like Laila (who?) Ali (yeah) Try heat and I'mma put the toaster to your kidney (uh-huh) Then I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (goddamn) Yeah, it's No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (that's nasty) The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (hold up) Flow harder than an anvil, Short Okay, it's Gudda, hoe, all about my Bills like Buffalo Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover hoe Purple got me moving slow, like I'm in a snail race Pop-pop-pop, three shots to the head then I pick up my shell case Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a young money goon Your girl like a motion picture, she gon' be coming soon I do her somethin' rude, I pop her like balloons I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune Couple screws lose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings bitch, roofless like a stadium We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then All-grey BM, I'm getting it for my Baby M She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in Don't play noe games hoe, you know my name hoe G-U-D-D-A, propane flow