Breaking Bad

[Intro]- Cash Money Records YMCMB WE IN YA HOOD [Hook]- Chop chop on the stove ima show you how to cook Yea yea yea I'ma show you how it look one It remind me of some breaking bad All this heisenberg money probably make em mad Chop chop on the stove ima show you how to cook Couple hundred grand cash I'ma show you how it look oh It remind me of some breaking bad All this heisenberg money [Verse one]- I swear to god man I hope they watching This here ain't on netflix But its the next thing poppin' Everything a lil bit toxic Everything a lil more submerged In the earth for the profit This here non stop it This a lesson for woe Haters emerging in salt Me and jesse on a jet ski Trying to find a bad lil broad With the best street Back to the lab lets see I'm covered in medical rags The crystal meth is in several bags Burning these federal flags This is forever who ask Words backsword slow grind caz you serve backsword Dropped off can't pack it afterwords Who thought I'd be snapping after word They didn't think I'd be back here after yours Who would of thought id lose my passion All of my sub shit crashing All of my dolla bills on rooftops stacking This here don't even happen What's real before I die I gotta make at least one mil Right i got all this blue dream Might pop at least one pill Well its a big no Everything is in biz mode Me and mine don't even get stoned Saving up for that big home Man that new ride,or some bad hoes With a cool vibe then cash out We the dope suppliers we we don't know them lies We just breaking bad! [Hook]- Chop chop on the stove ima show you how to cook Couple hundred grand cash I'ma show you how it look oh It remind me of some breaking bad All this heisenberg money probably make em mad X2 [verse two]- I treat this here like a business woe Can i get a witness no Everybody knowing I could win this slow Ballin' shit I came a long way from gokuu drawlings They try to swore I miss i got soo many of these things I don't know who's calling bitch And I got propane in the litter Cold chain in the heater Cocaine in my sneaker This is an analogy My hustle game is your alogy My day rate is your salary We don't coincide in reality I got a cold heart All I fuck with is lone sharks You was lookin like tadpoles We assholes you got no part in this game You got no spark in this flame We are so partial to lames Tryin' to get a little taste of these traits Tryin' to get a little taste of this fame Shame on em but she'll bang on em We run game on em scar monthly my name on em Ball up and they pass out We came here to cash out We the dope suppliers we we don't know them lies We just breaking bad! [Hook]- Chop chop on the stove ima show you how to cook Couple hundred grand cash I'ma show you how it look oh It remind me of some breaking bad All this heisenberg money probably make em mad X2 [Outro]- This a song about poverty Black market underground drugs Fuel economies obviously we ain't so concerned with yo policy Every 16 that we drop is a robbery