Breeze Em Out

I'm blowing trees to stop these devils from opressing my mental Ugly Mane stay gatted up, armed to the dental Luccini falling from the clouds and the rain is torrential Hit the block fresh cut with the lines on the temple All black leather in the whip is essential Told your bitch fucking with ya is a waste of potential Man she jumped in the shit like you ain't even exist Now we swerving down the boulevard, flashing my wrist Still serving fiends, got a stash in her tits And the way she give head she a passionate bitch Got that crack money dope flip trap money thread He on the players' side he ain't taking nothing from me Charge it to the game how a player survive Got the Alpine bumping and we all the way live Man that doja got me numb, yeah, I'm all the way high And if a player says it's on, he can all the way die If they hate the way you make your paper pull the top back and breeze 'em out killa, b-breeze 'em out And if they clocking on your dollars in your work cock back and breeze 'em out killa, b-breeze 'em out Haters always gonna be up in your face but that's a part of the chase So throw some fetti up and give 'em a taste And breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out Breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out I got money on my mind but my mind in the gutter That's why I'm flipping this work, I gets mine in the gutter No rubberband credit, no Mastercard, Visa, Discover Just lost in the game, another piece of the puzzle I'm spitting butter y'all be garglin' margarine Said "It's hard to be a artist when you caught up in the lawlessness" Fuck 'em all, I'd rather fall to my death than be caught up in the harness So I'm all up in this ghetto carnage trying to get beyond it Go ahead and try, you ain't stopping my shine Ugly Mane on that hustle, you ain't knocking my grind It's me against the world like Pac in his prime So I breeze 'em all out, what's poppin' tonight? You like that Coach bag girl, you like that thang do ya? You like my Boss swag, yeah you like my big jewelry They be staring at us tryna make it do something We just breeze 'em out, they ain't really want nothing If they hate the way you make your paper pull the top back and breeze 'em out killa, b-breeze 'em out And if they clocking on your dollars in your work cock back and breeze 'em out killa, b-breeze 'em out Haters always gonna be up in your face but that's a part of the chase So throw some fetti up and give 'em a taste And breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out Breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out