I know you break rules, yea
I know you break rules, yea
Charlie Chap' in the front row
I be driving on that dirt road
I beat your ass, knock you out cold
Talkin' all smack, haven't felt one
Imma buckle up on a coaster
But you never getting on a rope, girl
Must've fucked more than a hun'ed guys
Never win but you loose girl
Yea I never got lower than B in the projects
Ketamine and I got C what you call that
Getting caught fuckin' up peas for the pyrex
Why u not fuckin' with me I got more racks
With a plug with the more weed like a pirate
Shawty be stealin' my heart where the jar at
I know you break rules, yea
I know you break rules, yea
Imma a call my friend a martyr, uh
Talking that you drippin' but you old I got your daughter huh
Flexing a Ducati but your girl that I be riding huh
Saying you spitting fire Imma dust you off my tire huh
I know you break rules, yea
I know you break rules, yea