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gravity rush! - breeton boi lyrics

[intro]
it’s breeton

[verse 1: breeton boi]
me and louie back to back in the boof
fast as a coupe, blasting that’s lacking a roof
active on youtube, but we stacking the views
laughing when they asking “what happened to you?”
uh, i couldn’t tell ’em what you be up to
uh, keep the heat on me, feel like amaterasu
uh, she maria, your dear, i’m finna bust through
uh, the page is looking like super meter, the bars full
thinking that you sora ’cause you got that key
nah, it’s ’cause your homies goofy and they steady duck beef
he can’t even get it together to bet against me
super smash competitor, way that i knock him off screen
so, who does he think that he is?
copy my beats and my flows and my tricks
i pull up on him, nintendo this ish
either cease and desist or he cease to exist
[verse 2: louverture]
you want static, metal on me: badnik, yeah, i get erratic
think i had it, n*ggas too dramatic, treat ’em like they raditz
off the top i can feel the green, guess they really radish
straight up madness, jits just jealous of the louie magic
have the automatic singing like a group of your idols
k/da, yeah, this k gon’ leave you dead on arrival
drop a diss and watch him get closer to god for survival
lou’s writing leave ’em holy like it came out the bible
bad cosplay b*tch all up on my dong
she got chun li thighs, i’m pulling off her thong
b*tch, the ball in my court, i ain’t playing no ping pong
run the city: on my diddy, been climbing, i be kong
straight up g*nius with a mind that’ll stun ya like vsauce
any open, beat or feature, you know i’ma eat on
tear through your set, b*tch
i run with the best, illest rappers till death
man, it’s louv and breeton, n*gga

[chorus: breeton boi & louverture]
me and louie, we labbing it up
have it looking like punk hazard after we done
eat the beat up and have it for lunch
cod on the mic how we packing a punch
spin his top we ain’t chopping it up
chopper chop till he drop, he just ain’t make the cut
give ’em halos, i empty the drum
tryna reach with a diss? wet him up: this the flood
i know haters is mad that we up
they be fiending for clout but they can’t get enough
way that boy moving block after block after block you would think that it was gravity rush
steel in hand b*tch i’m keeping it clutched
cook like gordon: i grind a b*tch n*gga to dust
for the free, man you get tossed in the trunk
then i blow up your car with a gravity gun
[verse 3: breeton boi]
with a gravity gun, i’m packing him up
it’s something like uravity quirk, we tapping him up
they told me “break a leg in the game”, came back with a crutch
your girl finna remember the name, she having a crush
and even though he talking berserk, he lacking the guts
whatever he thought was gon’ work was never enough
saying he got verses on verses of powerful stuff
too bad the little stats he was racking, i had in a month
uh, fangirls been waiting for i to drop
you shoot your shot online, no cyberpop
don’t need the bleach, i keep it clean, so it’s a wrap for you
there’s not a chance you getting eyes on songs for real
if someone fishy, pull him back, we shooting for reel
i manage shooters like zidane, i do it for real
man, it’s so confusing, guess his life a movie
’cause he always tryna act like he do it for real

[outro: gibi asmr]
so does this mean breeton is going to be on cyberpop 2?
i vouch

- breeton boi lyrics

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