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I got some voices up I'm in my head And tell me to go get the bread
I remember I was broke I had to get up about the bed
Time equal money, I can

The gun gonna aim for his head
He gonna bleed until he dead
My nitaps we chasin' the bread
Fuck with my momma you dead
Took all my problems they dead

cop
Pop a E then I hit the Block
You can smell a nigga from the chicken spot
Weighed in the water dark tints you can’t see me ACK
Sour is the oder let

was sour)
(I mix the Louis the Gucci the Prada)
(950 my feet I rock Balenciaga)
(I cut you off because you was a doubter)
(You started off sweet til I

Gas Strong Like some dude with powers
Riding hard, She ain't No coward
They scream J Cole to make me Sour
Collecting Checks When they Snooze and shower

Swag on Austin, I got the power
The kid got drip like a faucet
Mind on Clark Kent, blowin on sour
A nigga stay high like a martian
My girl so pretty

You bitches sour (You bitches mad)
Like my dank, smoking flowers (Smoking gas)
Need to fix ya lashes and some powder (Check ya Fenty)
I just trump

Let Ya Bitch Ride My Dick for a Whole Hour
50k every week Nigga thats Power
Yellow Diamonds on my Wrist Bitch went Sour
100 Rounds Wet a Nigga up Hot

I keep dreaming bout them Bags Bitch
Bout my Cheese and Bread hoe Sandwich
I keep on Winning them people say I tampered
Sour Diesel in my Wood Bitch

for the racks yeah
These niggas out here acting scared , not breaking bread but want a hand
Bubblegum bitches yeah, they sweet and then they sour yeah

I'm doin it GF for the GF
Now she my fiancé
Shorty makin more bread than me
And she's celiac so it's got to be gluten free
We went out and made

that face
You know it's sour (Sweet!)
Asian girl chow my beef
My sauce is what she needs
Stussy tee ain't got no crease
My girl expensive, look at her

leave that bitch black and blue
These niggas sour
They need a shower, smelling like yellow, no lemons
Pour up a six in the seven
Step out the whip in

(pouring out the blender baby)
Like a sour head (Pucker up your jaw baby)
Like thick loaf of bread (I aint talking about Marita Bakery)
Its like a sexual

Like a motor yea the Bread keep Bummin
Got dat cash
And Niggas talk about me sour like a lemon I'm never running
Yea yea
Back in the day I didn't even

got plenty more sour in the sack
cyyyee
Imma pull-up in a hour and come through the back (Yea)
Only truth on wax
Can't stop grindin can't relax
Baby

in the stash (Count it)
Twenty four seven (Tik toc)
All we do is get that bread (Bread)
Coke dope pills and sour state to state we ducking feds (Count

Just paving my way, yeah
Sayin' everythin' is okay, okay
Keep ya bread up, keep ya bread up
Work work till you die
It don't matter what you want in this

Which bread should I bake?

Add some extra flour! 
Time to knead dough!
Knead dough!
Ready for the oven, time to bake!
Pop! The dough's rising.
Pop! Looks

He want a bag she want a bag they want a bag I got it
He doing bad but I got a bag why you looking at me sour
I want the money like quille I want

the boxes comin' dark red
Even though a part bled, it's well worth the charge bread
You lookin' for the steady cappers or them loud poppers?
I'll get you

turnin
Sour all over my person
Put 20k all up in the pot and I barely be scratching the surface
Ima go fuck wit some bread winners
Make you go bumpin yo

They like oh you Rich Rich
Had to say it two times
I been working off the clock
So I went and got a new watch
Trynna break some bread
We gon have

crazy
I got my Yeshua, yeah we makin' bread daily
Yeah hop up in the coupe, we Deville
Yeah we runnin' got the demon by the neck
In the sun, yeah they