Yan P - No Breaks (feat. Kid F. Mula) Lyrics

On my way, Bitch I know
To the floor, no brakes
Oh, you wanna drop the cash?
Gold laced, dib and dab
Bitch you know I'm on the way
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, woah wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck out my face
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, hoe wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck on your way Yeah, Aye
She walk in like a model
Need a moment of silence (Shhh)
Pop it like a bottle
I hit it, can't keep her silent (No, no)
It's a problem, then we solve it
My whole crew getting violent (Blah)
Run up and you hiding
Cant keep capping, all that lying (No Cap!)
We confrontin, you denying
I don't need to form alliances
Catch me in designer fits
Im rocking all the finest shit
Coolin in recliner
Getting topped off from a finer bitch
Off White on my sneaker
Walk and drip, You know what time it is
Yan P, Always fly
They mad, I'm on the rise
Get smoked, I'm always high
Don't choke, best spit your line
Catch me rollin on a vibe
Produce, Im the supply
Seduce, Yo chick tonight
I f*ck, She catch a flight
Don't get rocked by the flex (Uh huh)
Don't temp me I'm off the edge (No, no, no)
On the top and I'm next
Get the check, then Hermes (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Thats the drip, Yea, I wrecked it (Oooo)
I'm well connected (Yeah)
If we ain't talkin money
Then my line gets disconnected, Yeah
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, woah wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck out my face
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, hoe wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck on your way Yeah, Aye
She gon pop it for the kid
Like a bottle of the D'Usse (Yeah)
Pedal to the metal
No brakes for that new wraith (Yeah)
10 toes down
Stay solid never fugaze (No)
They cant keep up
Cuz im always on a new wave (Ooh)
4 play, Bitch por qué
Say less, Run more face
Blue strips need more cake
That Top shelf, no mid-grade (Mid-Grade)
Ops crawl, they get spayed (Sprayed)
Pop off, you get laced
Double back for them shell case's
F*ck catchin them fed cases (Ahh)
Pop it over here
Lock, Drop it over here (Drop It)
Its Kid F baby
So they flockin over here (Ooh)
You know who rockin with me
So it poppin over here (Yeah)
And if you acting tough
We keep compton over here(West)
I see it in your eyes
I got you captivated
By a n***a on the rise
Yes I'm calculated (Yeah)
Keep a killa on the side
For the fakes in disguise (Uh)
Plottin my demise
On me, Still I rise (Ayy)
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, woah wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck out my face
We gon pop, an hit the gas
To the floor, no brakes
She gon drop it for the cash
Cause the neck, gold laced
Get the drugs, dib and dab
Run the tab, hoe wait
Ain't no place to stay
Get the f*ck on your way Yeah, Aye