Breaking Up lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

[Chorus]
Folks in this b*tch, high as hell
n*gga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through let shots off n*gga
Alley-oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the f*ckin' tec lil n*gga
He why you and your b*tch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil b*tch
I can’t hear ya b*tch I’m breaking Up

[Verse 1]
Made that b*tch think we went together then I told that b*tch we breaking up
Pull up to your hood in a redlight, kid see me and told me to crank it up
Pulled up to a Lamborghini car meet and the owner told me to rev it up
Pulled up to the Lamborghini party, 8000 dollars just to come
I can’t wait 'till Rari drop a truck
Goddamn, I can’t wait 'till Courtney hit me up (Go)
I can’t wait till this hoe leave me alone
Told shorty dont talk crazy, he on speaker phone (Shh)
I can’t wait 'till they let Left Eye out
pus*y you know we had slammers at my grandma house
I can't wait 'till this hoe shut her mouth
b*tch if you ain't talkin' money, whatchu talkin' 'bout ?
[Chorus]
Folks in this b*tch, high as hell
n*gga can’t even stay up
We gon' come through let shots off n*gga
Alley-oop, it's a layup
Shout out to the f*ckin' tec lil n*gga
He why you and your b*tch breaking up
And I'm somewhere up in the hills lil b*tch
I can’t hear ya b*tch I’m breaking Up

[Verse 2]
Foenem off the sh*t, finna drop his sip
I be woke as f*ck, I don’t never sleep
Shoot him, broke his rim, smoke more trees than Tim
Cut motherf*ckers off, somethin' like a Trim
Send the parking lot, hit the back like Sim
Dunkin' hoes like Tim, point me to the gym
Left off, I face my brim, clips, I got my film
Can't b*tch roll my rim, hello Uncle Sam
Pulled up in that yurn', turn they head like Tim
Finna let the car fart, somrthing I can't help
Excuse salesman, can you help? Let me get this belt
Pulled up remy hittin' on me and I couldn't even tell
Gang gang has arrived, someone let off the bell
Your pendant cost my shirt and b*tch my left wrist cost a belt
Boy, whatchu smokin'? Rock? Boy, whatchu smell? LL
Boy, let me tell you something better be cool just like LL (LL, LL)
I put the cat up 'cause that b*tch causin' Hell
You tryna keep it lowkey, you wanna yell
Chief So ain't with that fake sh*t, nah for real, nah for real
Run flats on a supercharger for real
Who sold you that sh*t? man them sh*ts is not for real
Red and blue supercharged call that man of steel
Practice made perfect, b*tch you know I got skill
Momma made a bid, b*tch you know we down to kill
You only stand for what? b*tch what you tryna tell
Smoked too many loud blunts, b*tch I can't even hear
b*tch I gotta dip, you got some chips I’ll reappear (skrt)
Ridin' in that Lemon, she gave me chin, crimson
I don't trust these n*ggas, I don't trust these women
Skatin', Bart Simpson, I forgot to mention
Don't be tryna race me, smoke you like a Winston