[Intro]
(Okay, Mizzy, turn it up)

[Chorus]
Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline
I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P
Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline
Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend
Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose
It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose
It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth
Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons

[Verse 1]
I can’t afford to loose
We got bricks like BNQ
Got it for the low Split it between me n you
If I say your my dog that’s my dog I see the g in you
We use to go hard with that hard it was just me n you

Biting on the hand that was feeding you
I guess that’s the real in you
I can’t see no real in you
Lv your rent overdue
Feeling me she ain’t feeling you
Fake love I can’t get confused
Ringtone give me deja vu
Dreaming about a Bentley coupe
I put the work In the booth
I got the work in the boot
Pray that I don’t make the news
Shining with no jewels
Cartier’s give me clearer views
Talking like your bulletproof
If We pull up ima make the news

[Chorus]
Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline
I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P
Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline
Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend
Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose
It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose
It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth
Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons

(Verse 2)

Locked up Ina Room full of vultures
You Gtta move how a savage move
Pull up with 2 rambos Im in a savage mood
Feds raided the bando they crashed the whole room
Tags all on my ankle tryna stop my moves
Roller blade
I’ve been on the roads
Court date to tour dates
We Sold out bando tours
N if they try violate
Ima paint the floors
Trap politics a dying game
They only respect violience
Lil shorty wanna roll
I hit it raw this ain’t l-o-v
N she just wants Dior n some new celine

I’m scared of John Doe
Cos the roads full of rats n police
I get dirty money but my heart stil clean

[Chorus]
Break half a brick, I smell like gasoline
I've been on my hustle, I feel like Master P
Lifestyle got no breaks, I hit the gasoline
Oh, Lord, nearly opi' fiend
Fuck the fake love, I'ma cut you loose
It’s cold in the summer, hug my Canada goose
It’s easy to tell a lie, hard to tell the truth
Take you on a glide, I'm mobbin' with my goons