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be stackin' more bread
And cheddar cheese Burger King
I'm the definition of a down south pimp
And this shot will make your body go limp
When I pull up

twenties them fifties them hunneds
Be calling me constantly calling me
Get off my biz maintain that swing low
Remind me how the big B hoe
In the biz by

with a check
Bro got a pistol, I walk with a TEC
You talkin' shit then we catchin' the wreck
She fall in love but I just wanted neck
Just wanted bread

predator state of mind
I'm set to detonate
Stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
Don't test my fate
Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like

scared, nigga (sset)
You scared, nigga (sset)
You's a rat, you told, where the feds, nigga?
(sset, sset, sset sset sset)
I'M BOUT MY BREAD, NIGGA (Yuh)
I'M

from right to left
I ain't trying i'ma do it inside my head
Because I’m the best thing
Since slicing bread
You better do what I say like Simon said
Mind

niggas don't know what's
About to happen i'ma stunt on everybody
Everybody only knows me as a rapper
I'm not just anybody
Only 2012 and I'm in it by myself

the plate
And if they play them games
She just gone straight away
From day to day, she's being chased
By the illest boys
She don't need no Curious George
She

break bread with
Loafers that snooze
Had broke days but had to break through
Reminded myself that I'm living
The brum life
And I'm on grime from sun down

nigga

Huh, this beat ain't even by Metro Boomin

Dr dre want some mo' nigga (yes)
Dr dr dre want some mo' nigga
Turn up, Bitches
Poppt ne Bottle, poppt

well so the homes
Behind it like Sherlock
You can ask Def Boy got it for sure locked
We inquired if It Was Written
By y’all and heard Nas
Headed

the cream
I swear down that I cannot
Listen to these MCs
You do not know what's peak

I'm so nang, I bread myself
JME's sicker, JME's sick
Man wanna clash me,

(I'ma do it like that, YB) ayy, stick it up
Yeah, all 'bout my bread, brioche
Get you some money, good girl ayy, bitch

It's Leo, you don't gotta ask

with him)
Shit get sticky, open fire with him
Fuck around, do time with him (yeah)
Cro in the feds
I send bread 'cause I ain't writin' him
Lil' mama, she

flock)
They let us purge, I'm whackin' a cop (O oh)
I'm sellin' bricks if rappin' don't pop
(Ayy, fuck it)
I'm gettin' bread by the loaf (Huh?)
You want

i came up on the roads
Spent my teens with fiends
Dots on me like dominoes hundred phones
Could've been sponsored by Nokia
Made me conquer you
You

bread like a hundred bands
Shooting at niggas do the running man
Finna ball out like a stunna
Yeah ugh
Areze and $well keep it hundred yeah
Woah umm
Look

(Ayy, roll another Wood, Tav)
Ayy, I'm in this bitch with your ho, let's go (ayy)

I'm havin' bread like Popeye's 'bout my spinach
Ayy, smell like

would I quake?
Whole lotta beef can't go on a date
Ain’t no room for mistakes
Ain't bout breesh, I'm coming late
They watch face cause the bread we make

like being
Sad about some Thotiana?
Shoot, we racing in the 'Rari
Bitch I'm really right behind ya
I put bread up on my team
But I'm the one survivor
How

In a spaceship, rocket by my side
I could fuck Gamora i ain't gotta shoot it
I can pass to my bucket scorers
New chain on the way
I keep telling Hutch

You ain't got no bread, ah

Yeah, ha
What's killing, I got too much green
Ha, bitch my foreign speed (Foreign speed)
Ha, pop out Gucci tee
Pop out

Never holding grudges I'm better by myself
I'm back on my solo dolo shit
But Moski Mo still got me high as hell
I've been on tour for a while
Trying

Hope my money didn't go to waste
Guess I ain't not big bank hank
All my bread wound up in the tank
So I go to bed with her on my mind
And I'm flat broke