Break YoSelf lyrics

[INTRO]
Klan....Bounce.....You know what the f*ck it is, 94 mentality, now these n*ggas mad at me......bounce

[Verse 1: N3ll]
These n*ggas be clutchin and postin the block, and be scared to pop
Drop another brother motherf*cka blackland
We the south, tell me you bout it, I really doubt it
Shooters run up to keep me out the violence
n*ggas be prowlin, you ain't even a component, opponents deceise every moment
So break yoself claimin you want it, you runnin up on it
You stuck up, you chicken, you boneless
See really ain't holy, rest in peace pj my n*gga, you really ain't know him
You really ain't growin, smokin that ganja my n*gga, you really ain't blowin
My n*ggas be totin, n*gga you left and you hit
So get labled a snitch and you dumped in a ditch
You like a b*tch
Break yoself claiming you eatin I shouldn't give a sh*t
n*gga betta duck, drunk and he dont give a f*ck
Clutchin and ready to bust, he never did trust
That n*gga, done dissed and got rushed, he felt like he set that sh*t up
Now if you trynna buck, hittin the gate and got stuck
Where safe till that n*gga ran up
And snitched on his plug, got stuffed and drugged through the mud
Left in a tub full of blood
These n*ggas dont tell, f*ck up and tell on your self
You look like that n*gga dat never sat up in a jail
Dem n*ggas so body frail, betta break yo self
I take yo health, gotta make this wealth
Quick wit it, n*ggas can't get wit it
Smokin and chokin exposin them bast*rds
I don't give a f*ck and what
These n*ggas gone hate and these b*tches they're nuts
[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Living existences, personal prescription
You sippin this lean just to get you high
Stick in the air, aim at me if you dare
Ignorance is a bliss so I'm hopin you die
n*ggas is n*ggas, so n*ggas have moments, and ended up leaving the synthesis
Total disaster, they'll kill if they have to with bullets and mayhem
And killin a b*tch, Wasted in miami, where sh*t is uncanny
I'm hopin I'm livin past 21, Where is the drop, get the Glock and I pop
And the lean and gettin that n*gga and gun
Consequence, consequence having no consciences
Leaving yo blood on the f*ckin floor
This is reality makin no gratisy
n*gga it's Curry so open the door

[Verse 3: Rell]
Cruisin' round' in that black splat, with a mac ten got a hundred rounds attached
Run up on him with the funk and lay his ass flat
Talkin' stupid make them choppas go brapp brapp haaa
Young ass n*gga chasin' scrilla get dat, pump to your gum
Make your f*ckin face go numb, f*ck n*gga you don't want no beef
f*ck n*gga you don't want no beef, any n*gga wanna get it
He can get it black stick put that sh*t to his mothaf*ckin' fitted
And I ain't playin witcha', my n*ggas' come getcha', take a hundred rounds with ya
We blow on that dank, f*ck n*gga get stank, put that sh*t to his face
And blow out his brains, n*gga you witnessin' real, put him in the field
I bet he get killed, that n*gga never kept it real, he script when he hit
He got 15 years, pus*y n*gga remember I got yo address
And I know where yo mama live, put a real n*gga off in the field
An' all he know is kill, kill
[Verse 4: Willo]
This the real deal, b*tch I bet you feel trill
Off in this thang from the south watch yo mouth cuz what we spit is kill, ill
Dade County 305 what you know about it ho? In this thang we gettin change
And we just gettin rowdy yo, trunk music thump you better bump, toot it once
As you is, n*gga we off in the business, we gettin the chiznits
Cuz we got to eat, you n*ggas can't get with me, I'm sickedly
Spittin this sh*t so quickedly, they can't get with me this is the
Recognize how we just apply this sh*t with a vibe and we gettin live
And you b*tches is about to cry