BREAKYASPEAKERS

[Hook]
All my niggas know that they gods in this bitch
You can't fuck wit the squad in this bitch
All my niggas know that they gods in this bitch
You can't fuck wit the squad in this bitch

[Verse 1]
I put Xanax wit my Sumatriptan
Got no time for you stupid bitches
Secure the bag now move it lift it
No fucks to give man too indifferent
Got a big watch like I'm ben ten
Fat pockets I been thin
Throw a fat wad at yo best friend
Bet he kill yo ass out in West bend
Swerving lane to lane down the avenue
Crushing up a mother fucking Adderall
Fuck wit me and killers coming after you
Pop you then they drop you in a bag or two
It ain't no repetition niggas know what I been saying
It's a whole new year and I'm through wit all the playing
If you wanna test the limits trip a breaker like I'm Raiden
I got bigger fish to fry and I'm working on my patience

[Hook]
All my niggas know that they gods in this bitch
You can't fuck wit the squad in this bitch
All my niggas know that they gods in this bitch
You can't fuck wit the squad in this bitch

[Verse 2]
This the shit designed to break your speakers
Got some 808s a pound of potent reefer
Swear they stare at us like we supposed to teach em
From the end zone we control the bleachers
Came from the dirt ripped through pavement and panels
Producer so hot that the moniker flannel
I'm gone off the deep end flew over the handle
I'm running this show ain't no changing the channel
Adjust your receivers bitch follow the leader
I'm pouring up multiple fours in a liter
That digital style yeah my flow is Aeilita
You try me you probably off more than sativa
Loud music and Akuma season
Straight insomniac bitch I'm through with sleeping
Call me mister grace or I'm assuming treason
And removing heads nigga screw a reason