BREAKING BAD

Heard he scam for that bag Better dip out of town feeling like Breaking Bad Going to takeover the compound Nowadays only problem Can't decide what I want now Me and Fynn don't flaunt But we got the game on lock now Yeah we got it on lock Got the keys in my sock Got the keys in the pot Got the keys in the What they sneezing about Yeah we gonna pour that shit up Like its heaven Pouring that shit up right 7/11 Check my phone right now its 7:11 Doing this shit man it feel like my destiny yeah Talking that shit on the phone with my brethren yeah Teaching these niggas it feel like a lesson I be rapping on these beats just like you wish you could yeah Ask why she got a splinter because she just got wood I got hundreds all on me Got hundreds all on me These niggas all bummy send them to the woods And these niggas so crummy bitch I wish you would Niggas really bitches, niggas really bitches All these niggas around me be my fucking witness Rapping on these beats they say I'm so sadistic Ever since a kid bitch was feeling artistic Now all these niggas really lame they all a statistic Get the f*ck up out my way I'm taking a fit pic Get the f*ck up out my way I run it up Fitbit When the smoke blow away it turns into mist bitch I'm counting red and green I'm calling it Christmas Got the hundreds got the blues that's all on my wish list Got the water on my neck like I just got christened On a mission got to get all this shit in my vision Got to stay away from these niggas Because they snitching I done came alive in the night like a vamp Got the band in the lab and we lit like a lamp In the limelight and I cant really stand When these niggas talking to me Fanning out on the gram TOUCH THE SKY