Breeze Em Out - Lil Ugly Mane

I’m blowing trees to stop these devils from opressing my mental

Ugly Mane stay gatted up, armed to the dental

Luccini falling from the clouds and the rain is torrential

Hit the block fresh cut with the lines on the temple

All black leather in the whip is essential

Told your bitch fucking with ya is a waste of potential

Man she jumped in the shit like you ain’t even exist

Now we swerving down the boulevard, flashing my wrist

Still serving fiends, got a stash in her tits

And the way she give head she a passionate bitch

Got that crack money dope flip trap money thread

He on the players' side he ain’t taking nothing from me

Charge it to the game how a player survive

Got the Alpine bumping and we all the way live

Man that doja got me numb, yeah, I’m all the way high

And if a player says it’s on, he can all the way die

If they hate the way you make your paper pull the top back and breeze 'em out

killa, b-breeze 'em out

And if they clocking on your dollars in your work cock back and breeze 'em out

killa, b-breeze 'em out

Haters always gonna be up in your face but that’s a part of the chase so throw

some fetti up and give 'em a taste

And breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out

Breeze 'em out killa, breeze 'em out

I got money on my mind but my mind in the gutter

That’s why I’m flipping this work, I gets mine in the gutter

No rubberband credit, no Mastercard, Visa, Discover

Just lost in the game, another piece of the puzzle

I’m spitting butter y’all be garglin' margarine

Said «It's hard to be a artist when you caught up in the lawlessness»

Fuck 'em all, I’d rather fall to my death than be caught up in the harness

So I’m all up in this ghetto carnage trying to get beyond it

Go ahead and try, you ain’t stopping my shine

Ugly Mane on that hustle, you ain’t knocking my grind

It’s me against the world like Pac in his prime

So I breeze 'em all out, what’s poppin' tonight?

You like that Coach bag girl, you like that thang do ya?

You like my Boss swag, yeah you like my big jewelry

They be staring at us tryna make it do something

We just breeze 'em out, they ain’t really want nothing