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Breaking Down

4:21drill, chicago drill Album Skeletor 2026-03-26

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Description

Producer: Young Chop

Composer Lyricist: K. Cozart

Composer Lyricist: T. Pittman

Composer Lyricist: Curtis Jackson

Composer Lyricist: C.J.Thomaz

Lyrics and translation

Original

And now, here's a word from our sponsor.

Get your lil' ass out of my face.

-I'm tired. -You crazy.

You on camera,

Ma. No, you on camera.

Get your lil' ass on out of here. Gone.

You -wrong. -What?

-Man, you need a TV show. -Did I say that? No.

Get your ass out of here. Gone, honey.

-That's not funny. I could get fired. -No, what you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' -about- -I didn't hear all that stuff you was -talking about. -I'm talkin' about you bother me at B.

The hell what you do to him? This is the money we have and all. Is you so silly?

-You is a silly ass child. -She say he's.

-All I wanna know. -Ayy.

-All I need to do. -She say he's.

Uh-huh, -uh-huh. No. -She say he's.

Ayy, -ayy. Let's get it. -She say he's.

-So tough. -Ayy.

-T-Gang. -Ayy. I be anything but a fuckin' Uncle

Tom. Trackhawk seats like a cracked open omelet.

Show me love, I'ma hug you with open arms. Hundred thousand necklace came with a cola charm.

Boy, you salty like garlic, nigga hold a nun.

You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you say a bunch of none. If you see me up in traffic, nigga honk your horn.

'Nother million on the way, I feel it coming on. Chief Sosa, what you on, nigga what you on? Yeah, I'm

Jordan, my wrist going boing-ying-ying.

Bitches wanna turn your boy into a boy toy. I don't call 'em white diamonds, I call 'em white noise.

You ain't help me bake the cake, you ain't gettin' a piece.

That's like me gettin' some of your settlement from your injuries. In middle school, your ones was real, they said

Venom needs. One puff of my weed will have you seeing three like Trinity.

Me and my brothers here forever, nigga infinity.

I know some niggas that'll kill to kill my enemies. I get in my feelings, man, what the fuck then got into me?

Get what I want, think I got eye parents like Timothy.

Don't know my name, nigga, I don't give a fuck, bitch, I'm Timothy.

Got all this water on my body, bitch, come swim with me. You cross that line, then it's referee, bitch, penalty.

Been through some shit, I think them angels tryna rekindle me. She say he's.

-Uh. -Ayy.

-Uh. -She say he's.

Ayy, uh.

Ayy, ayy. She say he's.

-Skrrt, skrrt. Skrrt, skrrt. -She say he's.

Ayy.

Ayy. She say he's.

-Uh. -Ayy.

-Uh. -Ayy, ayy. She say he's.

Skrrt, -skrrt. Skrrt, skrrt. -She say he's.

Ayy.

I don't care if I'm feelin' down, I'm still gon' grin.

You can put me against a -dinosaur, I'm gon' win. -Let's get it.

I'll press rewind and do it all again.

Granny smack the shit up out you with an open hand. Bitch, I'm real like a fish without no fins.

Used to go in Walgreens and we stole Fanta. I performed on my bed, ain't have no fans.

First day of school, nigga wore some old pants. I ain't do my work, I was playin' hangman.

Sosa Joe turned to the rubber band man. Up the pole on a bitch, gon' do a handstand.

Up the roads and she gettin' in with her friends.

Man, that shit a nigga smoke'll have you balled up. She ain't even crumb left, she ate it all up.

I'ma get behind a nigga, freeze, arms up. When niggas gettin' paper, bitches let 'em turn up.

Said I'ma get behind her with my arms up. Oh, you hot? Baby, that was just a warm-up.

He got weed, baby, come get my arm up. Do it with no care, that make me harder.

Did some dumb shit, should've been smarter.

Never forget the day when I lost Miss Carter.

Nigga had crazy thoughts, bitch, postpartum. I'm over East, might see me in Harlem, bitch.

Ayy.

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