Breaking Pencils

Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seat
In the back street, runnin' like an athlete
I’ma pass y’all 'cause I’m goin' fast, oh
Maybe you just act slow, I know I’m an asshole
Anyways, my diamonds flashin' because they VVS
All these bitches wanna cuff me, but they can’t arrest us
They don’t want a Puerto Rican drivin' 'round in Teslas
Beat it up, like wrestlin', I could get yo' girl to sex us
Put her lings in pretzels, watch how I’m breakin' pencils
This a different level, won’t sell my soul to the devil
But the car I’m drivin' lookin' somethin' like a demon
Got your shorty in the back seat, lookin' like she screamin'
Like I said, I’m gettin' top, and boy, we hittin'
Only reason I owe money, I don’t got a reason
Niggas think I’m sneezin', I be blessed like every season
Hittin' licks for niggas weed, I’m think I caught a treason
I’ma start a legion, big ol' cannon like I’m Steven
Ain’t no gettin' even, shoot yo' block and then we leavin'
Yeah, poppin' pills like it’s Mike and Ike’s
Yeah, if I fucked yo' bitch, then would you wanna fight?
Yeah, pull up with the (Shh) like I’m fuckin' Mike
Hit you in the light, you gon' lose your sight
You gon' loose a life if a nigga playin' with us
I came with them hitters and them hitter prayin' with us
They prayin' for us, that’s blaspheme
Shooters blast for me, please don’t egg me on
Bitch I’m-, I’m incredible
Eat my vegetables, fuckin' crazy, nigga
I’m not lazy, nigga, I get bread, can’t phase a nigga
Yo', how we-, how we comin'? We ain’t change, my nigga
Smokin'-, smokin' on the yellow haze, nigga
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga
Damn, I made it, nigga, damn, I made it, nigga
Hop up in the stain, now they get it poppin'
Had to hit a stain, he was pocket watchin'
Step up in the room, see the bodies droppin'
I hit me them markers and we get to shoppin'
Bitch, I rock my G-Wagon in lime green
Check the navigator, it’s a touch screen
You could watch the movies in the back seat
In the back street, runnin' like an athlete