Break It Down
ShooterGang Kony
GENRE
[Verse 1: ShooterGang VJ]
She just walked up in the house, I'm finna' make her walk up out it (Hell no)
Put her shoes on my carpet, they ain't even cost a thousand, you wylin' (bitch trippin')
I get bored and get to prowlin', nigga paranoid at first, I get to shootin' and start smilin' (Bow, bow)
Wait a minute, niggas tryna play the middle, niggas gay (Woah)
If he talkin' bout his beef, this nigga must've ordered steak
We been creepin' through they streets, and we ain't finna take no break (Huh)
Bitch you know I got my heat, and I ain't finna take the case
That's what the bitch for boy, you's a bitch though boy
If I catch you with that nigga, I might strip ol' boy (Ayy)
Yeah this Glock compact, with stick though boy
In this whip, then you bitches suckin' dick, no choice (Look)
[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, nigga)
I can't stand you niggas, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on niggas, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for niggas, and do the splits (She wanna dance for niggas)
Better go and get yo bitch my nigga, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)
[Verse 2: ShooterGang Kony]
Keep a stepper, smokin' opps until I cancer (Smokin' opps)
Chance her? Boy the whole hood done slammed her (Whole hood done slammed her)
Fuck about a bitch, I hardly got no manners (No, hoe)
This bitch was hella happy, I came back like Black Panther
I don't dance with bitches, I give 'em dick (Ayy, ayy)
Told her make an OnlyFans, I might subscribe beause I'm rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
With the shits, so I'ma knock my broke bitch (Uh-huh)
Just bagged a nigga, and I might buy this bitch some hits (Huh?)
This instrumental, I'ma rip the Glock nine with stick, ol' boy (Bow)
In the trenches, you ain't never took a trip though boy (Huh)
I'm in the whip, two four-fives with dicks, no boys (Ah)
Told her she don't wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (Look)
[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, nigga)
I can't stand you niggas, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on niggas, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for niggas, and do the splits (She wanna dance for niggas)
Better go and get yo bitch my nigga, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)
She just walked up in the house, I'm finna' make her walk up out it (Hell no)
Put her shoes on my carpet, they ain't even cost a thousand, you wylin' (bitch trippin')
I get bored and get to prowlin', nigga paranoid at first, I get to shootin' and start smilin' (Bow, bow)
Wait a minute, niggas tryna play the middle, niggas gay (Woah)
If he talkin' bout his beef, this nigga must've ordered steak
We been creepin' through they streets, and we ain't finna take no break (Huh)
Bitch you know I got my heat, and I ain't finna take the case
That's what the bitch for boy, you's a bitch though boy
If I catch you with that nigga, I might strip ol' boy (Ayy)
Yeah this Glock compact, with stick though boy
In this whip, then you bitches suckin' dick, no choice (Look)
[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, nigga)
I can't stand you niggas, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on niggas, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for niggas, and do the splits (She wanna dance for niggas)
Better go and get yo bitch my nigga, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)
[Verse 2: ShooterGang Kony]
Keep a stepper, smokin' opps until I cancer (Smokin' opps)
Chance her? Boy the whole hood done slammed her (Whole hood done slammed her)
Fuck about a bitch, I hardly got no manners (No, hoe)
This bitch was hella happy, I came back like Black Panther
I don't dance with bitches, I give 'em dick (Ayy, ayy)
Told her make an OnlyFans, I might subscribe beause I'm rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
With the shits, so I'ma knock my broke bitch (Uh-huh)
Just bagged a nigga, and I might buy this bitch some hits (Huh?)
This instrumental, I'ma rip the Glock nine with stick, ol' boy (Bow)
In the trenches, you ain't never took a trip though boy (Huh)
I'm in the whip, two four-fives with dicks, no boys (Ah)
Told her she don't wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (Look)
[Chorus: ShooterGang VJ]
Break it down, we gon' sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)
Bitch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin' I'ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just fucked a homie bitch (A homie bitch, nigga)
I can't stand you niggas, don't even trip (Don't even trip)
I ain't finna put my hands on niggas, I get 'em hit, look (I get 'em hit)
She wanna dance for niggas, and do the splits (She wanna dance for niggas)
Better go and get yo bitch my nigga, 'cause she on dick (She on dick)
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