23 Break lyrics

f/ Gab



[Psycho Les]

People call me the drunk, off the thick funk

Just to prove I`m ?luida? bag your whole start like ?meshuda?

Click back, put a hollow point cap in your temple

We get caught, it`s strictly mental

A stone crook, I don`t go by the book

You can`t fool me with your gangsta look

I`ve truncated ??? on my turf for wet pay

When I roll a blunt, they`d better roll away

Out, and don`t try talking bold

Cause I`ll smack you with a bat just like "Walking Tall"

What? You punk, who`s gonna defend you?

When I bumrush your ass and stick an icepick in you

Quick, your bitch caught a splinter from my dick

Cause she gave me a woodie in the parking lot behind Mc-

Donald`s, the bed slammer again stick `em both

With my king-size dick, and Donna King sized hand again



*gunshot*"2, 3, Break!"



[Fashion]

I go so much of this style coming from my lips while

Washed-up ducks get dumped in motherfucking shit piles

Bang, I got my own thang, gang ain`t a proper

Drop a, hollow-point shelly on a copper

Let `em fucking know who`s Kool where I`m coming from

Slept for a while on my style now I`m stunning `em

Bagging `em, plus I hit their hoes in the mean

Cause all I ever want is fame, bitches, and the green

Seen crazy niggas get lost in the shuffle

With dreams turned to rubble then bust like a bubble

Ta-dow, now, that`s how it`s falling

Whether I`m hitting skins or motherfucking ballin

Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain

I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick

Trick, you know my style, no it ain`t no use

Cause I keep your hoes wet like a fucking douche



*gunshot*"2, 3, Break!"



[JuJu]

Taking `em out, no hass, I be the owner of my rhymes

Will make niggas collapse into a coma

Product of a concrete hell, I`m on a mission

Deadly with intent to shell the opposition

Fucking with this flow, come on, yo that`s treason

Niggas fuck around and get shot for no reason

Junkyard nigga, represent everytime

Corona`s in the house and yo Gab!

(Bust and rip the skills!)



[Gab]

My rhymes wake up to a 9.4, ready for war

Come up, I false my fronts with your spinal chord

Before I got the drive, I possess and tox

And I`m trying to survive under a cyanide landslide

But that ain`t nothing like a penny anymore

Cause I assault niggas who couldn`t launch shit with catapaults

So if you ever hear the name Gab One

Don`t even sweat it, the worst hasn`t even begun



[JuJu]

Word up, it`s like that, Beatnus, Triflicts in the house, kid

19, and one, you know what I`m saying? Word
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