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Joey Trap

Breaking Pencils

 

Breaking Pencils

(album: Champ - 2020)


Akachi in this mother fucker

Hop up in the stain, now they get it popping
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watching
Step up in the room, see the bodies dropping
I hit me them markers and we get to shopping
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seat
In the back street, running like an athlete

I'ma pass y'all 'cause I'm going fast, oh
Maybe you just act slow, I know I'm an asshole
Anyways, my diamonds flashing because they VVS
All these bitches wanna cuff me, but they can't arrest us
They don't want a Puerto Rican driving 'round in Teslas
Beat it up, like wrestling, I could get yo' girl to sex us
Put her lings in pretzels, watch how I'm breaking pencils
This a different level, won't sell my soul to the devil
But the car I'm driving looking something like a demon
Got your shorty in the back seat, looking like she screaming
Like I said, I'm getting top, and boy, we hitting [?]
Only reason I owe money, I don't got a reason
Niggas think I'm sneezing, I be blessed like every season
Hitting licks for niggas weed, I'm think I caught a treason
I'ma start a legion, big ol' cannon like I'm Steven
Ain't no getting even, shoot yo' block and then we leaving
Yeah, popping pills like it's Mike and Ike's
Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight?
Yeah, pull up with the (Shh) like I'm fucking Mike
Hit you in the light, you gon' lose your sight
You gon' loose a life if a nigga playing with us
I came with them hitters and them hitter praying with us
They praying for us, that's blaspheme
Shooters blast for me, please don't egg me on
Bitch I'm-, I'm incredible
Eat my vegetables, fucking crazy, nigga
I'm not lazy, nigga, I get bread, can't phase a nigga
Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain't change, my nigga
Smokin'-, smoking on the yellow haze, nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it, nigga

Hop up in the stain, now they get it popping
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watching
Step up in the room, see the bodies dropping
I hit me them markers and we get to shopping
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it's a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seat
In the back street, running like an athlete

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