Lyrics:
to hit the coast Play wit my bread imma leave u toast
Never been to Iraq but I'm a soldier Still stretch the work wit baking soda
Touched down I can
I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Dream about Bugattis and other four-wheels
They say Illuminati and other ordeals
Is how my lawyer got me
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
with soda
(It's Quill)
Too many chains, it be causin' commotion
(1'5 shit, nigga) just cash the check
I don't talk to promoters
She tryna fuck, she
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
listen boys throw me smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
(bridge)
A lot of bread and gangs
thats
Money on your block
Thats them bread winners got them
Bitches by the flock
If you bout yo hustle I got beans
White and purple weed coke and dope
Bet
(808 Mafia)
Check, check, check, che-, oh I got it
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
All my niggas some junkies, they keep that bread on 'em
of bread
Chop off his head, split his body down the middle
I'm like a three year old and your bones are skittles
Riddle, diddle, little, sickle, pistol
it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my three year-old, Major like my
me, I got all day nigga I ain't rushing
Overpaid, fuck a budget, I'm overdue, I ain't budgin'
I want my bread, fuck the muffins, without my cream, I'm
these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I'm exceedin' expectations, you barely meetin' quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with bakin' soda
heads, you ain't gettin' no head
You ain't gettin' no bread, you ain't gettin' no shows
You ain't gettin' no dough, you ain't gettin' no hoes
Dawg I hit
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda to turn the product into rock
It's in
this bread, Ima get it while it's hot
Cuz you can hear the pain in my words when I talk
I be sippin lean so you know it's hard for me to walk
Tryna
We fill em wit led
Hit you
In yo head
N I don't ever miss
I ain't breakin bread
If he talk to the feds
Everything you wanna do
You know I done
Why my chain so blinding, just call me Poseidon
Y'all some old heads, you remind me of Biden
No, no this ain't no old bread, you can tell by
Slap neck
Slap neck
That girl slap my head
Slap neck
Slap neck
She just want my bread
Slap neck
Slap neck
That girl slap my head
Slap neck
Slap neck
had to pop a couple tags
I cant fuck wit her if she on the rag
In my duffie cuz im all about the stacks
Im all about my breads and my racks
Now who want
of nigga you don’t want to play with
You ain’t getting bread, you don’t even speak my language
What’s a game without a plan
Smoke exotic herbs and I can’t
time in the box
Turn tough skinned cinder blocks
Long road when you rocked
Fuck them and the cops
Want the big bread
Ben Frank and them knots
Right hand
Young fly nigga
Aint no chip up on my shoulder
Imma motherfuckin' solider
I don't put lean in my sodas
I don't why they aint told ya
I don't hold no
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