Yogi Sama - Breaking Bad

I still know how to get me a bag
Rolled on the gram when I popped some tags
Flex too hard then the haters got mad
Move this weight I'm a need that gas
I don’t brake when I hit that gas
Ain’t no breaks when I'm breaking bad
I can't fold when it’s for that cash
I really was in the field I’m just tryna run it back
You know me I stay low key
Going top speed you will never see me
Everybody know my heart stay cold
Yeah I'm from the No Ima tell you how it go
I know sixty-four ways just to get more plays
At it every day putting hunnits on the face
Aiming for cap all that talking get you flat
This the bottom of the map niggas dying over packs
If its murder around the corner ain't no need to talk about it
Last time I seen a snitch he had chewed on a rocket
Know a couple plugs that got pulled out the socket
Getting jump about it then it’s time to run the pockets
Cause I still know how to get me a bag
Rolled on the gram when I popped some tags
Flex too hard then the haters got mad
Move this weight I'm a need that gas
I don’t brake when I hit that gas
Ain’t no breaks when I'm breaking bad
I can't fold when it’s for that cash
I really was in the field I’m just tryna run it back
Really out here moving out here dodging all the snakes
Oh naw oh naw I ain't tryna catch a case
Oh naw oh naw I ain't got no time to waste
Really out here booming getting better than the greats
Big body nigga out here shining like a lake
Looking for the bunnies putting karats on a plate
Feeling like it’s too much pressure I create
I swear it’s too much cheddar I can make
I clear Shod Canion done slid with the beat
Technique that be putting bullet holes in the seat
I gotta re with the trees dreads smelling like dank
I’m taking what I need then it’s straight to the bank
I do what I do guess I do what you cant
I gotta move gimme room for the paint
Endless supply of all the vibes
Too many waves getting em high
Mess up the tide, making em die
I still know how to get me a bag
Rolled on the gram when I popped them tags
Flex too hard make the haters got mad
Move this weight I'm a need that gas
I don’t brake when I hit that gas
Ain’t no breaks when I'm breaking bad

Written by:
Tre' Terry

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