Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo wassup man its William Aston, Pennsylvania Problem Child; SteakTown Zombiez Ayo niggas keep asking me, why you keep saying that? Nigga whats SteakTown, where that's from? Nigga what city makes cheesesteaks? Put two and two together Dumb mothafucka! [Verse 1: William Aston] Uh Bungie Jump up outta my swagga! Betta watch ya chick, I might bag her From SteakTown, to UK, to Broadway, it don't matter Take the Gucci off, and throw the Louie on Mind clearin them bastards Ya'll needa calling card, cuz ya'll fallin off Me and Breezy climbin them ladders I probably grab five for the threes then I deuce Ask your girlfriend, I'm the only one to choose I take her to the negative, for the betta shit Undress a bitch, as I'm throwin up presidents Truthfully, I don't even really like ya'll Me I'm feelin like the 20/12 fight dog You should really think about ending ya life dog You sound betta with ur mic off Bumpin Biggie, Pun and Pac, and EL and 50, old shit If you niggas think you know me, well then you don't kno shit I like pancakes, I like cheese steaks I started getting ass in the middle of 8th grade But by 4th grade, I considered droppin out Till my dick got hard and I knew what school was about I listened to ya mixtape, can I smack you in the mouth? Fuck ya girl, leave nut stains on ya couch? You can't get no rougher than that She suck my dick, while ya'll be cuddlin that Ayo play that peanut live 215, that nigga funny as shit.. Fuckin skitdaddle nigga! [Mix, Breezy Intro] [Verse 2: Breezy] Skinny nigga blowin mad dro! Ya girl dirty like ass holes I'm speedin up on that cash roll, then ya girl pussy get mad old I'm movin on to a new one, you wouldn't know if you knew son I rep philly, I rep NY and they both killas, u choose one Choose one, you gon lose some Love you people tryna act hard Tryna run up on me, he gon crash harder than NASCAR Mad bars, I got mad bars Hell yeah, and they stay mean You walkin on ya girl, and I'm right next to her yes it may seem Ima cold dude wit that may breeze On her face like may baleen, I stuck my head in her pussy I'm so deep in shawty I taste a spleen Killin beats and there's no remorse, kill the judge and don't go to court Hell yeah, I done called Will, and Will told me he gon light a torch On ur asses and I'm on the beat like scorch And its a celebration, ima pop a corc Champagne sippin, she down to score So I tell to whip out the dick and bring it down some more And my weed so loud, like a massive roar And my wordplay cray, niggas askin hove Ima burn this stick because I have to go, up higher than a nigga really have to go Ima real nigga, I put my mothafuckin hands up If you ain't never knew, we get shit rockin like a band bruh I stand up, you cheer S.O, Krispy camp we them niggas of the year Guess I'm that new guy, lookin too fly like them phones I'm all up in your ear And them punchlines I ain't even gotta use em, I spit straight forward on the beats and I abuse em Niggas started hidin but im really bout to lose em, got no picks but I'm really bout to choose em Oh please, get on your knees cuz im bout to OD, and im feelin so tho nothin ever come free Put the drink down bitch, watchu come see? [Put the drink down bitch watchu come see?] Follow them on twitter on: @BreezyJUSTSPIT @William_Aston