Break Em Off lyrics

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I got a line at the door, that mean I gotta break 'em off somethin'
I got that cream just like P, but you know it's gonna cost somethin'
Do some numbers, flip a key, f*ck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that b*tch for thirty-three like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds, yeah that's Slauson
Pocket rocket on me, hell yeah I stay cautious
Getting top from the b*tch, I'll be gone by the morning
Drop the top off this b*tch, hell yeah it's transforming

[Verse 1: Lil Quill]
Drop the top off of the foreign, mix it up and now I'm pouring
Roll the cookie now I'm snoring, catch this flight and now I'm touring
f*cked that b*tch, left in the morning, on the block where I was born
Lil b*tch I'm up just like alarm, hit the club we make it storm
You know I got a lot of blue cheese, I feel like I'm from Slauson n*gga
Pull up with them shooters
You play with me, they gon' off a n*gga
Ship that work way out to Boston
Got that head and it did not cost a n*gga
Hit the gas and then I lost a n*gga, V12 engine
Fire come out the exhaust and sh*t

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I got a line at the door, that mean I gotta break 'em off somethin'
I got that cream just like P, but you know it's gonna cost somethin'
Do some numbers, flip a key, f*ck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that b*tch for thirty-three like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds, yeah that's Slauson
Pocket rocket on me, hell yeah I stay cautious
Getting top from the b*tch, I'll be gone by the morning
Drop the top off this b*tch, hell yeah it's transforming
[Verse 2: Yung Mal]
Lil b*tch too broke, she boring
That red Hi-Tech keep pouring
Two hoes they twins, foreign
Got two Glocks on me in this party
Two states one day, I'm touring
These n*ggas so fake, they normal
That pack touched down this morning
Get shot in your face, no warning
Young n*gga sh*t, I gotta break 'em off somethin'
Break a b*tch down, get the head, then I toss somethin'
Ain't no sense in looking down at the ground like you lost somethin'
Young n*gga move them pounds, stay down, you gon' boss up

[Chorus: Yung Mal]
I got a line at the door, that mean I gotta break 'em off somethin'
I got that cream just like P, but you know it's gonna cost somethin'
Do some numbers, flip a key, f*ck some haters, shake 'em off
Get a P, sell that b*tch for thirty-three like I'm in Boston
Pockets full of blue hundreds, yeah that's Slauson
Pocket rocket on me, hell yeah I stay cautious
Getting top from the b*tch, I'll be toned by the morning
I drop the top off this b*tch, hell yeah it's transforming