Beautyinthebreakdown lyrics

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Yeah, yeah, bro f*ck yo assumption
Big bro hop out the car with a pump, yeah
He get too fried like an onion
Freak b*tch, yeah, she gon slide every week cause I'm dripped
In this sh*t in [?]
They can't look at the whip that I'm in, okay okay okay
I'm dressed in Givenchy, I'm dressed in Givenchy, the win
I see that boy on the block, yeah, I spin in his block, yeah
Again and again, I pop out in some lowkey jet
Can't decipher all the sh*t that amends
That they claiming they know me, but I can't f*ck around and waste time in this b*tch (not ever)
Put the motherf*cking lights on (shining) breaking the b*tch
Walking round like a zombie, blunt uh, straight to the head, yeah
You rapping to Kanye
I'm rapping to stans while I'm ballin like Kevin Durant, (KD)
Yeah, I got the Rick Owens, I love em, my fit
Tell that b*tch to get the f*ck off the pants
Every label that called on my phone, yeah I putting it down
Get a f*ck bouta advanced but you right I ain't seen you much, yeah
I tell her I'm too busy making some Benjamin's, I'm high as f*ck
And I just got some top, and I'm too busy hitting the penjamin I'm bouta slide all the way to the top, flown out to places you never been, just
Look at my fit, It's benevolent
Bouta put some bullets in your dome, why you so..
I'm bouta catch a Rick Owens in this b*tch, yeah I ain't going home, yeah
I think I'm in love with my stove, yeah
I think I'm in love with my guns, yeah
I think I'm in love with the funds, yeah
I know I'm in love with the drugs, tryna pour a [?] in the cup