Lamb$ - Break Ya Back (feat. Ski Mask the Slump God) (2019)

Lamb$ - Break Ya Back (feat. Ski Mask the Slump God)

Intro:

Chorus:
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks

Verse-1:
Said I'm breaking her back, yeah
Ridin' her like an Hellcat, yeah
Like I'm old man Jenkins, let my nuts hang my sack, yeah
Said I'm bout to hit the rain dance, umbrella in my hand, aye
Bitch I'm acting like a caveman, when I got a stick in my hand, yay, yuh, bitch
I feel like the human torch, and I'm on voice, I get a little hoarse, uh
Stick in my hand like a torch, 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

Chorus:
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks

Verse-2:
All of theses hoes under my racks
Chopper gonna [?]
I want fifty
All this ice is on my neck, like a hickey
White girls twerkin on me
Well, they're bicky
Drive 'round with a big Glock on me
Let it hitty
I do not cap, I cannot go
Reach for my chain, hittin' the floor
I play 30 [?]
[?] tricky
I just rented me a ten-piece
When I touch that [?]
Spinin' slots with a honey
We don't pop out with no semis

Chorus:
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks
Fucking a thot, I'm breaking her back
Then I ran up, right in the trap
Pull up in a Hellcat, watch it scratch
I'm in the streets, 'til I get them racks
Choppa bullets gon break your back
Carry the weight, breaking my back
Carry big bags, breaking my back
All of these hoes after my racks