Breakin Rules

[Hook] [x2] We them dudes bitches want to choose Jordan on our shoes Flexin’ shit check my neck and wrist swag drip from my jewels Haters sick cuz that paper thick take off with your boo Breakin’ rules sneakin’ wit the tool you know how we move [Verse 1: Talley of 300] Bag his bitch now he mad as shit he ain’t gotta trip I hit and quit she ain’t stackin’ chips he can have that bitch I’m a pimp ho I’m ‘bout a grip so get on your shit Or you can get cuz it’s plenty fish and this bait on my wrist Fly ain’t gotta try and got these bitches choosing Pick a winner hit wit this dick I bet she lose it Yeah cuz I’m that dude and when it come to these hoes I’m a fool But this ain’t nothing new We major and got hella flavor bitches want to taste us Know they say life is what you make it and we makin’ paper Fuck the law they will never take us haters lookin’ flagrant Still we ball and stick to the script just like a narrator Steppin’ flexin’ ain’t no way ‘round it These haters hate but we won’t play ‘bout it naw I keep that MAC my broski got the shotty Ain’t nothing leave up out this bitch and catch a body [Hook] [Verse 2: Montana of 300] I hit the scene I be super clean these hoes break their necks When I flex step through like Jerome tell hoes stop the press Bitch I’m fresh everyday a [?] Jordan on my feet I’m a king but not like Lebron I stay with the heat Yeah fly guys in this bitch you know we get shit crackin’ And we turnt up in this bitch everybody brought ratchets Real niggas no actin’ even though we ‘bout action Smooth criminal like Mike Jackson boy this shit is deeper than rappin’ Take no L’s give a fuck ‘bout 12 boy we aim for shit Forty bang and this ain’t a game we don’t play that shit Been gettin’ money since a youngin’ hustlin’ Rico, Ace, and Mitch Take your bitch have her takin’ trips just to make you flip And when we cruise girl you set the mood and you super smooth Toss you bands baby count the loot double count it too Give me brain take me straight to school like I had no clue We get [?] shawty tuck the tool you know what to do [Hook] [Verse 3: Jayln Sanders] Ohh we breakin’ rules baby I see you lookin’ I’m the one you want to choose baby real nigga no fugazy Jordan on my shoes not tryna be rude But I take ya from your boo then I show you what it do I’m just in the club wit my niggas takin’ pictures with stacks and I ain’t worried ‘bout nothing shawty All my niggas brought straps, all my niggas ball out, all my niggas got dough And when I wit my niggas I swear everywhere that we go [Hook]