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babytron & certified trapper - rulebreakers (og) lyrics

[intro: certified trapper]
i’ma make the rules and i’ma break the rules
and i’ma break your motherf+ckin’ face
come here

[verse 1: certified trapper]
clip full of hollow tips, lead pendant tray
spinnin’ out every block, i’m just in a phase
switchy on every glock, n+gga, say your grace
rubber band on every watch, sh+t
at the galleria with the guys

[chorus: certified trapper]
we deep end, n+gga, mob ties
all these f+ckin’ bodies, i need god
all these f+ckin’ shawtys tryna ride
put a hole in your back, why you surprised?

[verse 2: babytron]
chopper pick you up and drop you like a prize
ho irritatin’, now i’m blew like the sky
why the f+ck he noddin’? dude treat a deuce like a five
i can’t waste neither, sh+t, i treat the juice like my time
i can’t lose neither, sh+t, i treat this kit like my life
finna do her dirty, sh+t, i treat this b+tch like my sprite
i don’t leave without the buffs, treat the sticks like my pipe
i’m the g.o.a.t. with this b+tch, shoot the switch like i’m mike
why you tryna fight?
legal money on me, but these f+ckers think i’m tryna swipe
you better not try tonight, matter fact, don’t try for life
if he playin’ with some pape’, we on him just like white on rice
me and you be shoppin’ differently, you gotta find the price
man, i wish that i could buy some time
you need to cop a ghost writer, go and buy some rhymes
pints or a case, what i look like tryna buy some lines?
‘bows or a few qp’s, i ain’t buyin’ dimes
[chorus: certified trapper & brezden]
deep end, n+gga, mob ties
all these f+ckin’ bodies, i need god
all these f+ckin’ shawtys tryna ride
put a hole in your back, why you surprised? (huh)

[verse 3: brezden]
first off, i want to apologize, huh
b+tch, i apologize to no one
she say i’m a dog, i say it’s takin’ one to know one
ice around my neck, wop hit me with a snow gun
say he ran up money, i would make him do a store run
say my d her vitamin, and when i’m gone, it’s no sun
d+mn, slow water, b+tch, the flow done
workin’ at the lab like we need to get some more, scrum
at the lab, now i’m workin’ on a certi joint
star player, first quarter, had thirty points
broke bum, you be pickin’ up some dirty coins
know a plug that live in iowa, he from des moines
no loins, i’ve been diggin’ in her ribs, though

- babytron certified trapper lyrics

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