Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breakin Bad (Okay), artist - sleepy hallow. Album song DON'T SLEEP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Winners Circle Entertainment
Song language: English
Breakin Bad (Okay) |
You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts? |
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash |
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that |
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked, look |
Cook up like I’m Walter, should’ve been on Breaking Bad, look |
Step up in the room, you see the drip, get hit with splash |
She see money coming quick so she gon' throw that pussy fast |
And I know niggas snitching for the cheese, they a rat |
You know me, I’m never switching, yeah, my body different |
They like, «Sleepy, you a hero, why they paint you as a villain?» |
'Cause they know my niggas elegant, shoot up your residence |
They love me in my city, swear they treat me like the president |
I ran me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag |
I know they don’t like it how I came up from doing bad |
Had to run me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag |
Got a check like it’s Nike, I just do it and never brag |
You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts? |
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash |
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that |
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked, look |
Guarantee you gettin' whacked, guarantee you gettin' done up |
I know some niggas patiently waiting to catch a come-up |
Now you look like a stain, once you spotted, you gotta rub off |
We jump you, ain’t no one-on's, you never get the one up |
Move on, bitch, you can die tonight |
This just a stain, hold your tongue |
Shh, where the funds? |
Don’t play brave, don’t play dumb |
Jackpot tonight |
Heard you got it, then I need that |
I punch you, push your teeth back |
Don’t want to hear no feedback, nigga |
Ain’t no chit-chat, you shinin', get your shit snatched |
Them windows tinted, sliding down, they splittin' like a Kit-Kat, look |
I’m from the streets you take an L, you gotta get back |
And they don’t want beef, we pull up on 'em with Big Macs, look |
You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts? |
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash |
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that |
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked |
You say you be getting cash, okay, what’s the facts? |
We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash |
You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that |
Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whacked |
Guarantee you gettin' whacked |