[Verse 1: Rohan Rali]
Don't pull up for less than 20, lil' bro what you talking 'bout
Yeah he like them large denominations, only large amounts
One hit of his reefer get you faded till you coughing out
35 an eighth but 65 get you a quarter pound
Rolling through the city in the Bimmer with the windows down
Smoke come out the sunroof like a chimney, hear the engine sound
Blue Dream or Sativa, OG Kush, no matter what, it's loud
If he light a geeb for you, I promise you'll be greening out
[Chorus]
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that
Say my name
Brеak that, break that, I break that, break that down
Brеak that, break that, break that, break that down, down
[Verse 2: Rohan Rali]
Pulled up in the Bimmer, all black whip and fit, we move discreetly
Always keep the piece in the glove box, I'm talking easy reaching
Bigger tools inside the crib, we hang a sword up on the ceiling
Double edged knife just like Bruce Wayne, yeah we can cut and season
Open up the grinder, take the keef out, this shit free your mind up
Bringing you enlightenment in a ziplock bag, it's vacuum sealed up
Cary, Durham, Raleigh, Morrisville, this the best gas you'll see here
Calling everyone in the 919, 'cause Michael Smith your dealer
[Chorus]
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that
Say my name
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that, break that down, down
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that
Say my name
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that, break that
[Verse 3: Michael Smith]
Don't pull up unless you throwing twenty
That get on my nerves
I clean up nice, your boys all looking dirty
In the whip, I swerve
The Maybach filled with smoke, can't see through curtains
You can hit my phone
At 4am I'm up and I'm still serving
Did that on my own
12 came on my block and I'm still working 'cause I move discreetly
Glock in my glove box, I pull it out, thank God for easy reaching
Bigger tools inside the trunk, I pop it out and paint the ceiling
Double edged knife, I use both sides, when I'mma cut and season
Shoot the pavement up, I make him dance like he on Billie Jean
It's milky white every time someone ask me, come and light the geeb
A businessman, make a play for 200, flip it to a G
The boogeyman, make all your people run when I step on the scene
[Chorus]
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down
Break that, break that, break that
Say my name
Break that, break that, I break that, break that down