Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Break Ya Back, artist - Ski Mask The Slump God.
Date of issue: 08.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Break Ya Back |
Sonny at world |
Sonny at world |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang too |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back (Breakin' her back) |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Skrrt, skrrt) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back |
All of these hoes after my racks (Doo!) |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Scratch) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back (Huh) |
All of these hoes after my racks |
Said I’m breakin' her back, yay |
Ridin' her like a Hellcat, yay |
Like I’m Old Man Jenkins |
Let my nuts hang my sack, yay |
Said I’m 'bout to hit the rain dance |
Umbrella in my hand, aye |
Bitch, I’m actin' like a caveman |
When I walk, stick in my hand, yay, yuh, bitch! |
I-I-I feel like the human torch |
Animal voice, I get a little hoarse, uh |
Stick in my hand like a torch |
W-want half of everything like a divorce, uh |
I am on track, like a course |
Feast on my body, call it a full-course, uh |
(I always wanted to fuck an insomniac) |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back (Breakin' her back) |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Skrrt, skrrt) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back |
All of these hoes after my racks (Doo!) |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Scratch) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back |
All of these hoes after my racks |
Chopper gonna hit like I’m told (Choppers gon' hit) |
I want 50 (I want 50) |
All this ice is on my neck (Yeah, yeah) |
Like a hickey (Yeah, yeah) |
White girls twerkin' on me (Yeah, yeah) |
While in Vicky (While in Vicky) |
Ride 'round with a big Glock on me (Big Glock) |
Let it hitty (Let it hitty) |
I do not cap, I cannot go (I can’t go) |
Reach for my chain, hittin' the floor (Yeah, yeah) |
I play 30 while me clippy |
Why so? |
That’s what calls me tricky |
I just rented me a ten-piece |
When I touch that touch semi |
Spend a lot with a hunnid |
We don’t pop out with no semis |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back (Breakin' her back) |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Skrrt, skrrt) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back |
All of these hoes after my racks (Doo!) |
Fuckin' a thot, I’m breakin' her back |
Then I ran up, right in the trap (Right in the trap) |
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch (Scratch) |
I’m in the streets, 'til I get them racks (Racks, racks) |
Choppa bullets gon' break your back |
Carry the weight, breakin' my back |
Carry big bags, breakin' my back |
All of these hoes after my racks |