[Intro]
Breakin' it down (Breakin' it down, down, down, yeah)
Breakin' it down-down, breakin' it down (Yeah)
Breakin' it down, yeah (That's what we doin')
[Chorus]
Breakin' it down, down, talkin' the pound
Choppin' them bricks like karate sound (Woah)
They ain't believe me before, but they see me now
Gotta trap from the ceiling, started from the ground
That dog, junkie hollerin' like a hound
Tryna serve on my block, you must be out of bounds
Tryna swerve on my block, put you on the ground
His body was lost and they were never found
[Verse 1]
That's misfortunate (That's misfortunatе)
We had dreams of pushin' more ridеs, and then we Porsche'ing it (We Porsche'ing it, yeah)
Bando, treat the shit like a lounge
Soundproof Glock, switch 'em, got a sound
Got 'em workin' for substance, not a clown
In the cut like a Boosie fade, wipe 'em down
Angel dust wet, watch 'em drown
Trap king, bitch, I need the crown
Y'all niggas keep thinkin' 'bout my past
I'm just thinkin' 'bout me right now
Leave It to Beaver, Draco got wood
Only thing he could say was, "Damn"
Yeah, yeah, I need the grams
I lose a gram, I take your grands
First trap spot was in front of Grant
Only finsta I got for the 'Grams
Only finsta I got for the buyers
Get on my finsta, prolly get higher
You get on Finsta just for the bitches
I don't need that to serve Oscar Mayer
Tryna figure out how to wrap it in a tire
Tom Ford suit, cocaine attire
Trappin' all day and night, and I ain't tired
Nigga tried to rob me, we hogtied him
Met with the plug on ayahuasca
He live on a island, had to take a chopper
I be gettin' scripts straight from the doctor
Welven da Great, finesse 'em, man, got 'em (Got 'em)
Avatar, they'll never know my angle
I be best friends with the opps
When I make these songs, say I'm too talky
Basically sayin', I make the block hot
[Chorus]
Breakin' it down, down, talkin' the pound
Choppin' them bricks like karate sound (Woah)
They ain't believe me before, but they see me now
Gotta trap from the ceiling, started from the ground
That dog, junkie hollerin' like a hound
Tryna serve on my block, you must be out of bounds
Tryna swerve on my block, put you on the ground
His body was lost and they were never found
Breakin' it down, down, talkin' the pound
Choppin' them bricks like karate sound (Woah)
They ain't believe me before, but they see me now
Gotta trap from the ceiling, started from the ground
That dog, junkie hollerin' like a hound
Tryna serve on my block, you must be out of bounds
Tryna swerve on my block, put you on the ground
His body was lost and they were never found
[Verse 2]
Jumped out the porcelain
It ain't take me too long to know that I need me a full plate
I be trappin' so much, I ain't got no time for no sex, I don't even want foreplay
Nigga tryna fuck my bitch, I can't even get mad 'cause these bitches whorin'
Mexican plug supplyin' me like I ain't even got no court date
Bro shot a opp all up in his shit, pussy-ass nigga named Torchface
That's what his low-ass pussy-ass get, his own hood even said, "Hooray" (Yay!)
That's a low-ass, cut-ass, pussy-ass brick, that shit hit like four ways
And I got a bitch that be gettin' them racks, tennis, feel like Cordae
Street money hit the same way as my tour date
[Chorus]
Breakin' it down, down, talkin' the pound
Choppin' them bricks like karate sound (Woah)
They ain't believe me before, but they see me now
Gotta trap from the ceiling, started from the ground
That dog, junkie hollerin' like a hound
Tryna serve on my block, you must be out of bounds
Tryna swerve on my block, put you on the ground
His body was lost and they were never found
Breakin' it down, down, talkin' the pound
Choppin' them bricks like karate sound (Woah)
They ain't believe me before, but they see me now
Gotta trap from the ceiling, started from the ground
That dog, junkie hollerin' like a hound
Tryna serve on my block, you must be out of bounds
Tryna swerve on my block, put you on the ground
His body was lost and they were never found
[Outro]
Breakin' it down-down
Breakin' it down-down
Breakin' it down-down
Lil Uzi