Bread

That's perfect, that's perfect Yup that's perfect, that's perfect Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Bitch better break my bread Imma whole new trend Bitch I aint got no friends Fuck a fake friend Looking at my life though the lens In the hillies with the tens I don't wanna break bread I don't want no amends I don't want no truce I be grease with the moves I be grease with the moves Never seen what we do all my dogs go woof All my dogs gone shoot Never held my hand strapping up my boots In the field with the man Heavy still, heavy camp, lotta troops Lotta ways to the loot (lotta ways to the loot) Lotta ways to the bags Lotta flakes, lotta flukes Lotta hate in they heart Lotta shake from they hand I anti shaking no hands who are you Yeah I need the money when its due I need the Bently brand new I need the hundreds all blue I see the love aint true I can see right through What the fuck you wanna do Yeah And who can tell me what to do Imma boss, wear a suit Wait, wait (wait, wait, wait, wait) Tell that bitch grab my dick and turn around lil mama you should have my kids Saying bitch better break my bread Imma whole new trend Bitch I aint got no friends Fuck a fake friend Looking at my life though the lens In the hilly with the tens I don't wanna break bread I don't want no amends I don't want no truce I be grease with the moves Never seen what we do, yeah Boss up shit See me out in public not a hug or kiss I don't know that bitch Think you lost your bitch Think you lost your bitch Yeah Heavy contemplating action Going forward slipping through the cracks Going backwards, I just need a backwoods Shawty can you please relax em Can you please relax em, oh lord Peep the magic, I'm the lord, the holy savior Drive the Rolls and Holy Ghost Holy smokes he really know the ropes Baby hold the phone, ring, ring Yeah, pick up, answer, hang up, duck em, dash em I don't need they action I don really need that cancer Hold on, yeah Bitch better break my bread Imma whole new trend Bitch I aint got no friends Fuck a fake friend Looking at my life though the lens In the hilly with the tens I don't wanna break bread I don't want no amends I don't want no truce I be grease with the moves I be grease with the moves Never seen what we do, yeah