Bread

(Wave Made It) The codeine in my system got me drippin'(Got me drippin') I'm rolling in the Bentley windows tinted (Windows tinted) I'm fucking on your bitch and now she spitting 2020 yeah it is my vision Add it up, subtract get division (Multiply) Stack it up I might get a whip Ran it up I might get your bitch (get your bitch) Mad at us go head get your pic Uh, Ice around my neck you see the gleam yeah (its so shiny) I'm just gonna ride out with the team (With the team) Got you in my scope and laser beam yeah Feeling hella slumped off the lean (I be leaning) Hunid dollar bills is all I see yeah Ice and gold all up in my teeth (In my teeth, yeah) Dripped out in some Supreme yeah Pull up while your girl she sucking me yeah Why these niggas mad? (Why they mad?) Alpha, Fakey got the bag (Got the bag) You is just a fan (Just a fan) I ran up a bag I'm popping all these bands I'm counting all this cash I'm driving I might crash I got a lot of bread Uh, uh, switching up the flow Got a lot of hoes Imma fuck her slow Uh, uh, got all of the dough Imma fuck her slow Got all of the dough Uh, uh, we be smoking O's Got a lot of poles, we be toting those Uh, uh, rolling with my bro's We be toting those Fuck your hoe let's go Uh, Alpha said to switch the flow So Imma freestyle on this bitch like I'm fucking your hoe Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I roll exotic dope You ain't wanna fuck with us, you don't want the smoke Yeah, yeah, you ain't want the smoke Yeah I got you in my scope you ain't want the smoke Got you in my laser beam so you don't want the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you ain't want the smoke