Dasgasdom3 – Breaking Out The Breach
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Breaking Out The Breach

Intro

[Oh my God, stop the music, Hey, where is Rolo
What, what, what, what
What, what, what, hold on
What, what, what, what
Go

Chorus

I started this shit, gotta focus on getting myself to the cheese [To the cheese
The party was shit, I can’t fuck with no nigga that’s hating on me [They hating on me
I put her up in the fashion, that shit I know she ain’t gone leave me
I get the money it’s easy, he talkin’ killing, but you know that we got a C
Them niggas said that my music ain’t hittin’ but them niggas rap like it’s 2016
I got talk out they mouth, but they never saying shit to me
Add it up, no it won’t mind, it’s the money incline and it damn near breaking out the breach
I put it up perfect timing, we raising the climate, but this shit is nothing to me

Verse

Okay, then leave
You ain’t my kind if you ain’t for my people
I gave ‘em love to see if they could keep it
Only do it for the ones that I need
We turn them hating niggas to believers, it’s only right that my niggas achieve
Can’t eat alone, all my brothers in tuned to this shit, we gone jump out until we deceased, ooh
Turn up the fuckin’ degrees, ooh
Run up a mil’ then repeat
They pushing me, I’ve been pushing the P, I got hunnid on hunnid to make money; cheese, ooh
Racks on the ho, bet a bitch change her mood
Step on a nigga, don’t care about the rules
Lot of shit coming when you in it to win it, I gotta get it, don’t care what to muthafuckin’ do
Don’t care how a nigga gone get it, I’m copping to finish, no I do not stand, ain’t no losing
They tryna stand on they business, but they push they limits, nah, it ain’t no chance for them two
We clearing air in the room
All white tee, double C when I hop out
Dunking Donut, no excuses, you either keep it a hunnid or fake it to stop now
We breaking box now, turn it to clock round
Turning the opps into dust if they pop out
Metal the stick, it’s gone squeeze, hit a compound
We rippin’ niggas like if they drop down
Fuck it, we ball every season, they tryna get even, no reason that we should just stop now
Fuck they hated but greet me, but it’s all coming out the same mouth
Coming out the same mouth, Range Rover, riding ‘round in Lambos
Sticked up like I’m Rambo, pussy nigga boutta get his hand blown
We got the space like jam, woah
Glock got a switch like a
Ain’t kicking shit out, been up on my lonely, no I ain’t really gotta say much [Say much]

Chorus

I started this shit, gotta focus on getting myself to the cheese [To the cheese
The party was shit, I can’t fuck with no nigga that’s hating on me [They hating on me
I put her up in the fashion, that shit I know she ain’t gone leave me
I get the money it’s easy, he talkin’ killing, but you know that we got a C
Them niggas said that my music ain’t hittin’ but them niggas rap like it’s 2016
I got talk out they mouth, but they never saying shit to me
Add it up, no it won’t mind, it’s the money incline and it damn near breaking out the breach
I put it up perfect timing, we raising the climate, but this shit is nothing to me

Outro

Breaking out the breach, uh
Breaking out the breach, uh
Breaking out the breach, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Breaking out the-

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