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Breakdown
216
Hip-Hop/Rap
Breakdown was released on November 4, 2025 by UAV Records. as a part of the album Breakdown - Single
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Release DateNovember 4, 2025
LabelUAV Records.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Unaverage Gang
Unaverage Gang
Performer
Beau Holland
Beau Holland
Vocals
Angel Cabrera
Angel Cabrera
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beau Holland
Beau Holland
Songwriter
Ángel Cabrera
Ángel Cabrera
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beau Holland
Beau Holland
Mixing Engineer
Scott Walker
Scott Walker
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Riding in the LS4, yea I gotta go
Caught a body dropped him off at the Catacombs
Hanging out the window
Handing out the fuckin smoke
Pick another victim playing Eeny Meeny Miny Moe
Where the fuck he go?
Grab that pussy by his throat
If he hollers, let it blow
Now his brains up on the floor
Just another day that I go insane
Told you I don’t want the fuckin fame
I just want to break down
Break, break, break, break, break, break, I just wanna break down
Break, break, break, break, break, break, I just wanna break down
Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Aye, yuh I don’t wanna deal with ‘em
Send a 100 shots, hallow points of steel in ‘em
Aye, yuh ima keep it real with ‘em
100s in the Duffy, rappers I don’t fuck with ‘em
Get the fuck out
Pull my name up out yo mouth
Bullets piercin, always fearin
If you time out
Demons talkin
You keep tryin just to tune ‘em out
Grab the hammer, break the chains
Let the reaper out
Hit the lights off, mask on, don’t let ‘em breathe
I ain’t makin new friends, only enemies
I’m at the crossroads waitin, just to crawl to me
I didn’t make the quarter, but they keep on testin me
I’m always goin thru the model
Get defiled, to make it
Pullin out bottles of faces
You gotta have it, to fake it
And every line that I crossed
I’ve always learned to embrace it
So burnin bodies in basements
And seein death on their faces
Written by: Beau Holland, Ángel Cabrera
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