BREAKOUT

[Intro]
I'ma keep it-
Huh, I'ma keep it coming, yet this smoke gon make me laugh
Tryna relax, though my ex is on my ass
I'ma take a nap, oh yeah, I want it back
Hunnids in his pocket, look at all that cash

[Chorus]
I’ma keep it coming, yet the smoke gon’ make me laugh (make me laugh)
Tryna relax, though my ex is on my ass (on my ass)
Might just take a nap, Root Beer on the way back (way back)
Hunnids in his pocket, look at all that fucking cash (fucking cash)
Look at all his cash, ay, look at all that cash (all that cash)
All them women smoking ‘till they feel that fucking gas (fucking gas)
They all got the racks (the racks), they all got the racks (the racks)
Need to purchase Gucci, ‘fore I get up and attack (get up and attack)

[Pre-Verse]
Yeah, everybody gon’ attack
If we fight we get all the money stacks
Huh, all thе money stacks
Look at all the racks

[Verse 1]
Br- Breakout, brеakout, we got combat (what?)
Everybody tryna fight, like they got abs (what?)
If I’m standing up y’all better sit the fuck down (yeah)
If I’m tryna present, you better close your fucking mouth (yeah)
She got jumped, but she fucking knock ‘em both out (what?)
People screaming, sounded like a gun was pulled out (what?)
Keep up the violence, and they’ll drive us outta town (yeah)
Fire a gun, bang, bang, can you hear the sound? (yeah)

[Chorus]
I’ma keep it coming, yet the smoke gon’ make me laugh (make me laugh)
Tryna relax, though my ex is on my ass (on my ass)
Might just take a nap, Root Beer on the way back (way back)
Hunnids in his pocket, look at all that fucking cash (fucking cash)
Look at all his cash, ay, look at all that cash (all that cash)
All them women smoking ‘till they feel that fucking gas (fucking gas)
They all got the racks (the racks), they all got the racks (the racks)
Need to purchase Gucci, ‘fore I get up and attack (get up and attack)

[Verse 2]
Soda bottle on my hand, bought it over there (over there)
Felt my chest hurting, but I couldn’t even care (couldn't even care)
Need some rest, tryna get the fuck outta here (fuck outta here)
Take me anywhere (me anywhere), take me anywhere (me anywhere)
Sick of all my issues, that’s the shit I can’t stand (what?)
All my friends are fine, yet I never get the chance (what?)
Think I don’t got time, it’s just stuck in my head (yeah)
Overthink too much, think need to take a rest (yeah)
Like I said, I can never ever take a chance (what?)
In my life, everything just comes to romance
Bland style on me, really need to step it up (yeah)
Step it up, step it up (yeah)

[Chorus]
I’ma keep it coming, yet the smoke gon’ make me laugh (oh yeah)
Tryna relax, though my ex is on my ass (oh yeah)
Might just take a nap, Root Beer on the way back (oh yeah)
Hunnids in his pocket, look at all that fucking cash
Look at all his cash, ay, look at all that cash (oh yeah)
All them women smoking ‘till they feel that fucking gas (oh yeah)
They all got the racks, they all got the racks (oh yeah)
Need to purchase Gucci, ‘fore I get up and attack