Breakdown - Smiley

Break a bitch down 'cause I had to

The gliz in the cut 'cause I had to

These niggas, they temp, just like tattoos

Got a Glock with a laser that zap you

Came from whippin' the work in the back room

Have to be by the sink in the bathroom

Now I live in the LA, isn’t that cool?

In the hills, have no service, just big pools

I cannot go for a bitch, if she chill with my opp she a dub and I mean it

The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so

scenic

Lost my ring on my trip to the airport, when TSA hear it I hope that they seen

it

Not tryna go back and I mean it

Me and Skip on the loose with the demons

Woah, look at me, I know that they sick of me

It’s a shame that they pickin' me

It’s the voice and delivery

Why the limo so into me?

(The labels)

Huh, she’s so into me

She eatin' my dick like it’s cinnamon

She love it, she do it again and again

Fuck it, let’s call for your friend

Maybe she’ll like me, we’ll see how it ends

The clip in the Glock, I like how it blends

I know you want money, stop asking your friends

Huh, let’s meet in the end

Break off my guys, you know how it gets

From Civics to gems, she wanna repent

She not content, she can’t even pretend

She fuckin' a rapper and do it again

Break a bitch down 'cause I had to

The gliz in the cut 'cause I had to

These niggas, they temp, just like tattoos

Got a Glock with a laser that zap you

Came from whippin' the work in the back room

Have to be by the sink in the bathroom

Now I live in the LA, isn’t that cool?

In the hills, have no service, just big pools

The crib got a pool and it’s huge

I’m at the top of the moon (Top)

We in the two-seater, call it cocoon (Over the top)

And my niggas they quiet, sneak up, racoon (Damn)

Told you, break a bitch down if I had to

She wanna cover the tattoos

Signed my deal at Matthew’s

I’m blessed, like achoo

The gliz in the cut and it got you (Got 'em)

Niggas lied so they gettin' exposed (They do)

Seen the opps get life then they ghost (Bye)

Hit that boy in the dirt, he’s a toast, damn

Hit that boy in the dirt, he’s a toaster (Wow)

In my city, I ride with chauffer (Arr, arr)

We can fuck on the low, then it’s over (It's done)

I got fans, but they used to be smokers (Gang)

Break a bitch down 'cause I had to

The gliz in the cut 'cause I had to

These niggas, they temp, just like tattoos

Got a Glock with a laser that zap you

Came from whippin' the work in the back room

Have to be by the sink in the bathroom

Now I live in the LA, isn’t that cool?

In the hills, have no service, just big pools

I cannot go for a bitch, if she chill with my opp she a dub and I mean it

The view from the room in my crib is amazing, the drive down the hill is so

scenic

Lost my ring on my trip to the airport, when TSA hear it I hope that they seen

it

Not tryna go back and I mean it

Me and Skip on the loose with the demons