Break the Equator lyrics

[Intro]
Nah I’m saying
What’s the motherf*cking deal
DJ Screw on this motherf*cker nah I'm saying
They gonna start this load up sh*t

[Verse 1]
Oh yea, so yea to another forty eight n*gga
Street king can’t sh*t the cloud
Pulling up with the slob top reclining
Screwed up Texas like it's time you find them
Like the 4th of july t fly I blind them
Would working diamonds get some shining haters
In them feelings get them rewinding
b*tches after b*tches I don’t mind them
Suicide the way they big I dime them
Trade the true but instead they have me flexing
I don’t give a f*ck for your descressions
Say they mind b*tch that ain’t no question
Top is up the bumper keep the risk up
Drapers will be damned I played jackers
Go to trips and b*tched go to take you
Murder seen they still be up and pack you
Top that goes whacking and lumberjack you

[Hook]
Walls can’t break you
And the fall like data
Switch from the creating
Now I will break up the equator
Carbon walls can’t scrape her
And the fall like data
Switch from the creating
Now I will break up the equator
Carbon walls can’t scrape her
And the fall like data
Switch from the creating
Now I will break up the equator
Carbon walls can’t scrape her
And the fall like data
Switch from the creating
Now I will break up the equator
[Verse 2]
Hold up swingers now got me tipping
Now the world watching me everytime that I roll
This one is on my line I guess there is someone
Leaning from this sh*t we bold up
Don’t you get it twisted and in any given time
I hear them they gonna be load up
They be in for life and I bet we never be fold up
Domestic violence and now the trunk is beaten
b*tches opposite then when I roll I see no b*tches
About the money when I eat I feel no b*tches
All I do is duck a roaches see the rich money
Money how this money coming and I just shake
The block like every tropless homie yea this sh*t
The beauty talking grid and got me chasing make
Me feel like i’m running on the corner got it locked
Cause I ain’t gonna do sh*t like boss gotta bang
If you throw away bullets with no name on them
Then I hop back in the slab and I swing on them
Paint it in the hood let it rain on em hard cop to a
Coup make it change on them bread long got me
Through the range on them new case throwback
Looking strange on them

[Hook]
Walls can’t break you
And the fall like data
Switch from the creating
Now I will break up the equator