Troy Ave - Break N Bag lyrics

(Intro) They call me The Block ‘cause I’m reppin the blocks The ba** and the soda, what I cook in the pot I just enter the game, I’m setting up shop I load up the glock, I could take off yo top You see me in the Benz, you see Ave in the drop BSB and we hot, p**y is something we not (Verse) You p**y n***as got me f**ed up If you think I’mma, I gon be f**ed up Just ba** I shot and get you f**ed up You running on my mind, stay f**ed up I would say second-hand of the chronic smoke A paranoia of the boys who’s at my door This ain’t yo problem, this street straps Super motherf**ers think they hot sponsored links Like the pound on em, give em heat checks One shot won’t be no reflex This the crack game, you ain’t in it man You the gum, wanna buy my timberland I’m the B side eat you for dinner fan You don’t f** with the hoods, you Zimmerman Mean the streets to me, I’m a f**in man I’m out here pitchin, I could strike you out Come, let me tell you what this life about Sex, money, murda, that’s compilation Me as if forced confrontation Shoot like daily, that’s an occupation 3, 5, 7, that could stop yo hatin When I catch you, no debatin Can’t even sleep, too much perspiration (Interlude) Block, that’s an understatement Fam is nothing sacred (Verse) Shoot a n***a dead for that bread, how he got a b**h Ass n***a, you ain’t fast n***a, race a hollow tip Chiddy chiddy bang bang, all my n***as maintain Raggin here, gang bang, BSB, dope slang Cocaine, coke train, mad blow sacks 5th Avenue, Troy Ave, new Baleciaga’s pick Kick it with a b**h Bad lookin like the world cup Whole lotta game, young playa so the girls f** Giddy up, city tuck, 9mm wham Murder game, burn a blunt, usually with chizzy pals Note to self, when you sip the hell, no whip the snow Tough and I’m saying on bam Don’t get giky b**h Alright, alright