Breeze (Feat. Ihynate)

Me and my boys, you know we be stealin' it
yeah, we get to killin' it
Ride in a drop top the breeze, I be feelin' it
The bag she want, yeah, she will kneel for it
Me and my boys, you know we on top of it
These boys some pimples, you know I be poppin it
Take the boy off the map, you know I be moppin' it
Balling so much feel like I play for the Knicks
Act like a little kid throwing in a fit
In outter space like it's Morty and Rick
Talk too much, so they hit him with a stick
Feel like it's madden, like they can get hit sticked
All time, yeah, I be feelin' it in my lungs
Jumped outta bed but I feel under the rug
(oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Disrespect me gonna get tough
Gonna pop him gonna get rough
Talkin' too much, yeah, woah
I got issues, no more trust, yeah, woah
Pour up the lean, I got a two-dose Seeing all red like I got a new rose
Four by four that's what I be seein' Acting all tough, but they ain't cool, though
Frat boy, white boy, yeah, that's rad Yeah, they actin' sad
Michael Jackson, I'm feelin' it, yeah, ill beat it bad
She ask me, is what I have? No, it's what I had
They lost, they need the map, yeah, I'm gettin' racks
Me and my boys, you know we be stealing it
Yeah, we get to killin' it
The bag she want, yeah, she kneel for it
She'll do anything for it
Pourin' somethin' in my cup
She ask me, where's the love?
Love, love, love