"Gimmie A Break" lyrics

[FullyChop:]
Mm-mm, mm
Mm, mm (You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Can I be-

Can I be free? Gimme a me a break
He be outside, I want G Stank
Catch him, he fried, his ass baked
I think that's him, hold on, Vic, wait
I brought them buttons, and now we straight
He falling like he off D'USSÉ
Why he ain't die? God made a mistake
We clap shit up, leave red tape
Lil Skino dirty, he keep that Bape
Die Y Punchmade and them chains fake
Walked past Lil Mari, I said "Fuck Take"
She doing too much, like "Stop it Nay"
She got my heart, start with a k
Just got his lo, he stay off Mape
Vic brought a rod, fly to the A
I be too bored up in LA

This rapping easy, so I play
I call the opps when I'm in the city
Ran on live, like really Risky?
Broke my heart, I miss you 50
Lost three Micros, and a Mini
Took they pads, still leave 'em shitty
Von trade, the Drac' too heavy
Mimi slow, that lil' girl messy
I ain't dumb, he fucked his bestie
Lil G blow, you see that Chevy
Smoke Lil' Dee, got this from Cali
Tryna door, blood she too thristy
They free him, we smoking Dayski
Ain't gon' bap, Lil' Dee shot Mirski
30s who bumped the hezi'
Got they lo' before the telly
They dick ride us in the Audi
When you fight, see Rover Kelly
Hit his top, now I see jelly
Tryna trade, don't go like Hottie
Don't get caught this hot shit spicy
Flame his ass, a bag of Takis
Long live Sosa and long live Mikey (Brrt, brrt)

Can I be free, give me a break
He be outside, I want G Stank
Catch him, he fried, his ass baked
I think that's him, hold on, Vic, wait
I brought them buttons, and now we straight
He falling like he off D'USSÉ
Why he ain't die? God made a mistake
We clap shit up, leave red tape
Lil Skino dirty, he keep that Bape
Die Y Punchmade and them chains fake
Walked past Lil Mari, I said "Fuck Take"
She doing too much, like "Stop it, Nay"
She got my heart, start with a k
Just got his lo, he stay off Mape
Vic brought a rod, fly to the A
I be too bored up in LA

[VonOff1700:]
Stop the car, bounce out with Drac'
He trip and fall, his ass a day
He ate like ten, how he okay?
When we high-speed, Trackhawk or straight
It's 4:46, let's hit the 8th
They not outside, that shit I hate
He D.O.A, they ass too late
Bitch free MC and fuck the state
Don't shoot out cars, we walk shit down
If we can't get close, we great
We dump them switches at his ass
That glizzy learned, don't hop no gate
Forever dogging hoes, can't save a bitch, I don't got on no cape
The opps be weird as fuck, screaming free they homie that's locked up for a rape
Cracked Jada once and her shit stank
We took his watch and told him "Thanks"
If I catch shh, I bet I blank
You want him dead? Just hit his flank
Marshall played and he got cranked
I can up 300 without no bank
Big bro in the yard with a big ass shank
Gotta go up some souls to up your rank

[FullyChop:]
Can I be free, give me a break
He be outside, I want G Stank
Catch him, he fried, his ass baked
I think that's him, hold on, Vic, wait
I brought them buttons, and now we straight
He falling like he off D'USSÉ
Why he ain't die? God made a mistake
We clap shit up, leave red tape
Lil Skino dirty, he keep that Bape
Die Y Punchmade and them chains fake
Walked past Lil Mari, I said "Fuck Take"
She doing too much, like "Stop it Nay"
She got my heart, start with a k
Just got his lo, he stay off Mape
Vic brought a rod, fly to the A
I be too bored up in LA