Break ’Em Off

[Verse 1: Big Momma]
Uh
Which one of yall wanna run with me
Get your wig pushed back like mr. clean
Get put to sleep promethazine
I ain't come into this (queue?) aimin at your whole team
Fuck these n****s with a passion though
I send nine mili shots and you ? by smoke
Which one of these ? out my asshole
I been feeling this shit since i can’t do (dough?)
Muthafuckas got beef gon’ give me the whole steak
I'm the queen of the pack you the pawn, checkmate
These n****s last place in the bad bitch race
F**s actin’ like a ? put the irons in they face
I wanna— ?
You not up i got you
I'm the top bitch ?
Cakes da killa, talk to em

[Verse 2: Cakes Da Killa]
What yall n****s finna do with me
Been spittin 16 since ‘93
And bitches overseas, in magazines
My (carter?) be by maybelline
Fuck you and your man hoe
Cakey spit pure ammo
Old n****s get to talkin back its silver cats and they can’t go

[Hook/Break]
Break em off off break em break em off
Break em off off break em break em off
Break em off off break em break em off
Broke em off some buckle when i step through the door
Break em off off break em break em off
Break em off off break em break em off
Break em off off break em break em off
Broke em off some buckle—

[Verse 3: Cakes Da Killa]
I-I-I’m the most clinically insane cunt bitch up in the game
I’m poppin, lock n’ load my toaster if you merging in my lane
Ridin too is all the same I wish a f** would say my name
N****s talk a lotta shit since i came into my fame
My n****s rap sh-ready
Load the tec and machetes
N****s is breathin on heavy once i drop the spaghetti
F**ts i boil em al dente, kay
Wrapped in they ?
Bitches softer than penne
So i eat em for dinnay
(k-k-killa)
You all n****s wanna find out
Cakes came here to put bitches in timeout
Gotta bad bitch who ain't afraid to pull a bobs out
Bought em overseas and i'm under where i hide out
Dat shit cray
Yall n****s still need Ben-gay
I'm comin at n****s (soupay?)
So fuck that he-say, she-say
Cakes that shit so n****s cosign me
Spit hot shit so the trade will rhyme me
F**s throw shots, shit can harm me
Hit you with that Kamehame
My shit gon drip like cocaine
My shit gon out like coltrane
I been up on that benji shit
Im blastin brims off

[Verse 4: Big Momma]
Big momma’s not a monster but I rip your fuckin face loose
Heavy shit leakin blood spewin like it’s baby puke
Just had a premonition, you n****s all went missin
Yeah it’s cakes and im big momma and we been cute with competition like
Damn, yo who the fuck yall n****s aimin’ for
Like why the fuck yall reachin when my n****s at the top
You know these real n****s won’t miss you
These n****s say they don’t see you
So why the fuck yall be rappin like your women totin their pistol on these bitches i bury
In the pet cemetery
N****s grab on your dicks cus momma finna get scary
Banana clips in yo gut wrap bitches up like a doobie
Put razor blades in yo face you bitches shaggy like scooby
You feel me
Bitches better keep it quiet in this muthafucker
Before we have to start a riot in this muthafucker
Cakes da killa big momma (frill?) a manila
Servin milk to these rappers that ain't know f*****s is realer