Talley Of 300 - Breakin Rules lyrics

[Hook] [x2] We them dudes b**hes want to choose Jordan on our shoes Flexin' sh** check my neck and wrist swag drip from my j**els Haters sick cuz that paper thick take off with your boo Breakin' rules sneakin' wit the tool you know how we move [Verse 1: Talley of 300] Bag his b**h now he mad as sh** he ain't gotta trip I hit and quit she ain't stackin' chips he can have that b**h I'm a pimp ho I'm ‘bout a grip so get on your sh** Or you can get cuz it's plenty fish and this bait on my wrist Fly ain't gotta try and got these b**hes choosing Pick a winner hit wit this dick I bet she lose it Yeah cuz I'm that dude and when it come to these hoes I'm a fool But this ain't nothing new We major and got hella flavor b**hes want to taste us Know they say life is what you make it and we makin' paper f** the law they will never take us haters lookin' flagrant Still we ball and stick to the script just like a narrator Steppin' flexin' ain't no way ‘round it These haters hate but we won't play ‘bout it naw I keep that MAC my broski got the shotty Ain't nothing leave up out this b**h and catch a body [Hook] [Verse 2: Montana of 300] I hit the scene I be super clean these hoes break their necks When I flex step through like Jerome tell hoes stop the press b**h I'm fresh everyday a [?] Jordan on my feet I'm a king but not like Lebron I stay with the heat Yeah fly guys in this b**h you know we get sh** crackin' And we turnt up in this b**h everybody brought ratchets Real n***as no actin' even though we ‘bout action Smooth criminal like Mike Jackson boy this sh** is deeper than rappin' Take no L's give a f** ‘bout 12 boy we aim for sh** Forty bang and this ain't a game we don't play that sh** Been gettin' money since a youngin' hustlin' Rico, Ace, and Mitch Take your b**h have her takin' trips just to make you flip And when we cruise girl you set the mood and you super smooth Toss you bands baby count the loot double count it too Give me brain take me straight to school like I had no clue We get [?] shawty tuck the tool you know what to do [Hook] [Verse 3: Jayln Sanders] Ohh we breakin' rules baby I see you lookin' I'm the one you want to choose baby real n***a no fugazy Jordan on my shoes not tryna be rude But I take ya from your boo then I show you what it do I'm just in the club wit my n***as takin' pictures with stacks and I ain't worried ‘bout nothing shawty All my n***as brought straps, all my n***as ball out, all my n***as got dough And when I wit my n***as I swear everywhere that we go [Hook]