Lyrics Break Ya Back - Ski Mask The Slump God, LAMB$

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