I'm kinda into breaking the law
The pants full walking into movies up at the mall
What I'm spitting so fresh you'd thinking I'm choking on halls
Choke on my balls, my nuts'll make your tonsils dissolve
One call and I'll have your girl facing the wall
Might have to
Switch the colors of the fit like leaves in the fall
It's like I planted money trees, my leaves are breaking my fall
Without a flaw, tell the judge that it wasn't my fault
I'ma run up through your house and put my body through your coffee table
Do not f*ck with me or I'ma make your face look like your navel
Black markets, tinted windows, money under tables
If you charged up I'll bring the power like some jumper cables
Steez dripping off the keyboard
The warlord for sure got clips for all of your
Bored hordes of rappers I've stored swords for
Records wet em like a washboard, I can't watch no more.
Except kids fallin' off bikes, f*ck I could watch kids fall off bikes all day
I don't give a shit about your kid...
Pat verse will be added soon...
When I sling roasts I'll make these kids see ghosts
On the mic adjacent steady thinking of reasons to gloat
Drop em and wet em like an Alka Seltzer
Wearing pelts, I'll met your jewelry down into gold
Bold statements get hurtled via catapult
Backflip out the S10, straight into a somersault
Got tracks stacked in the summer vault
My raps come Amir style, with a little salt
SMITH.b - Break the Law (feat. Pat the Azmatic) [Bonus Track] Lyrics
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I'm kinda into breaking the law
The pants full walking into movies up at the mall
What I'm spitting so fresh you'd thinking I'm choking on halls
Choke on my balls, my nuts'll make your tonsils dissolve
One call and I'll have your girl facing the wall
Might have to
Switch the colors of the fit like leaves in the fall
It's like I planted money trees, my leaves are breaking my fall
Without a flaw, tell the judge that it wasn't my fault
I'ma run up through your house and put my body through your coffee table
Do not f*ck with me or I'ma make your face look like your navel
Black markets, tinted windows, money under tables
If you charged up I'll bring the power like some jumper cables
Steez dripping off the keyboard
The warlord for sure got clips for all of your
Bored hordes of rappers I've stored swords for
Records wet em like a washboard, I can't watch no more.
Except kids fallin' off bikes, f*ck I could watch kids fall off bikes all day
I don't give a shit about your kid...
Pat verse will be added soon...
When I sling roasts I'll make these kids see ghosts
On the mic adjacent steady thinking of reasons to gloat
Drop em and wet em like an Alka Seltzer
Wearing pelts, I'll met your jewelry down into gold
Bold statements get hurtled via catapult
Backflip out the S10, straight into a somersault
Got tracks stacked in the summer vault
My raps come Amir style, with a little salt
The pants full walking into movies up at the mall
What I'm spitting so fresh you'd thinking I'm choking on halls
Choke on my balls, my nuts'll make your tonsils dissolve
One call and I'll have your girl facing the wall
Might have to
Switch the colors of the fit like leaves in the fall
It's like I planted money trees, my leaves are breaking my fall
Without a flaw, tell the judge that it wasn't my fault
I'ma run up through your house and put my body through your coffee table
Do not f*ck with me or I'ma make your face look like your navel
Black markets, tinted windows, money under tables
If you charged up I'll bring the power like some jumper cables
Steez dripping off the keyboard
The warlord for sure got clips for all of your
Bored hordes of rappers I've stored swords for
Records wet em like a washboard, I can't watch no more.
Except kids fallin' off bikes, f*ck I could watch kids fall off bikes all day
I don't give a shit about your kid...
Pat verse will be added soon...
When I sling roasts I'll make these kids see ghosts
On the mic adjacent steady thinking of reasons to gloat
Drop em and wet em like an Alka Seltzer
Wearing pelts, I'll met your jewelry down into gold
Bold statements get hurtled via catapult
Backflip out the S10, straight into a somersault
Got tracks stacked in the summer vault
My raps come Amir style, with a little salt
Writer: Bryce Smith, Patrick Cummings
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid