BRXKE

Overheated bitch, now you're becoming broke. Point to the pistol grip, I'm 'bout to fucking Blow. Fuckboy drop dead, turn me to the ghost. Send him to the other side, turn him to A ghost. I been on the block, gunshots turn To toast. So ice up, so ice up, Bitch, make your face up. So ice up, so ice up, bitch, make your Face up. Off bullet left, fuckboy want a dreadlight. Couple dozen rounds of spin and send him to The damn sky. I been really feeling it, so I don't think I can lie. I think that he a bitch the way he 'bout to let his man die. Round up me, it really gon' turn him to A casualty. Talking 'bout a reckless, catch a bullet In the mouth at least. Never switch up, kept It cool with all the fucking family. How that attitude is special, now he feeling in Your cavity. Fucking die, oh, he gonna slide down that little Sink, oh. Grab a nine, the fuckboy's gonna think, Oh. If I shoot my tech till it Click, oh. So ice up, face up, break some, bitch, Make your face up. Face up, some, bitch, make your face up