ShooterGang Kony – Break It Down

ShooterGang Kony – Break It Down Lyrics

Artist: ShooterGang Kony
Song: Break It Down

She just walked up in the house, I’m finna’ make her walk up out it (Hell no)
Put her shoes on my carpet, they ain’t even cost a thousand, you wylin’ (b#tch trippin’)
I get bored and get to prowlin’, n#gg# paranoid at first, I get to shootin’ and start smilin’ (Bow, bow)
Wait a minute, n#gg#s tryna play the middle, n#gg#s gay (Woah)

If he talkin’ bout his beef, this n#gg# must’ve ordered steak
We been creepin’ through they streets, and we ain’t finna take no break (Huh)
b#tch you know I got my heat, and I ain’t finna take the case
That’s what the b#tch for boy, you’s a b#tch though boy

If I catch you with that n#gg#, I might strip ol’ boy (Ayy)
Yeah this Glock compact, with stick though boy
In this whip, then you b#tches suckin’ dick, no choice (Look)
Break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)

b#tch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin’ I’ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just f#cked a homie b#tch (A homie b#tch, n#gg#)
I can’t stand you n#gg#s, don’t even trip (Don’t even trip)

I ain’t finna put my hands on n#gg#s, I get ’em hit, look (I get ’em hit)
She wanna dance for n#gg#s, and do the splits (She wanna dance for n#gg#s)
Better go and get yo b#tch my n#gg#, ’cause she on dick (She on dick)
Keep a stepper, smokin’ opps until I cancer (Smokin’ opps)

Chance her? Boy the whole hood done slammed her (Whole hood done slammed her)
f#ck about a b#tch, I hardly got no manners (No, hoe)
This b#tch was hella happy, I came back like Black Panther
I don’t dance with b#tches, I give ’em dick (Ayy, ayy)

Told her make an OnlyFans, I might subscribe beause I’m rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
With the shits, so I’ma knock my broke b#tch (Uh-huh)
Just bagged a n#gg#, and I might buy this b#tch some hits (Huh?)
This instrumental, I’ma rip the Glock nine with stick, ol’ boy (Bow)

In the trenches, you ain’t never took a trip though boy (Huh)
I’m in the whip, two four-fives with dicks, no boys (Ah)
Told her she don’t wanna hoe, then she can strip, no choice (Look)
Break it down, we gon’ sell it by the zip (By the zip, ayy)

b#tch, I got pounds and pills, I got bricks (I got bricks, ayy)
She kinda thick, I keep thinkin’ I’ma hit (I could bang her)
Man, I put that on the clique, I just f#cked a homie b#tch (A homie b#tch, n#gg#)
I can’t stand you n#gg#s, don’t even trip (Don’t even trip)

I ain’t finna put my hands on n#gg#s, I get ’em hit, look (I get ’em hit)
She wanna dance for n#gg#s, and do the splits (She wanna dance for n#gg#s)
Better go and get yo b#tch my n#gg#, ’cause she on dick (She on dick)
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From the album:
F12 [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020