Soggy Bread
Daboi Treesap
Lil Treesap
A.K.A Lil Tre Tre
Triple 3
333
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
Do you know the way
Do you know the way
Do you know the way
I'm on the way
Okay ok
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Look at all this bread ooo
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Keep it a buck like Milwaukee
Yo bitch keep on calling me Papi
She like my style so I did her like a doggy woof
She tryna give me that sloppy toppy
I just might cop a new Maserati swerve
Or maybe the la Ferrari swerve
But you know that we also want Bugatti's skr
Pull up on a Kawasaki skrr
Popping a Ollie, Like it was a molly pop
Mess with me you get popped no lolli grah grah
We do not Lallygag sorry not sorry
Bitches play games I don't gotta Atari
Tryna get rich like my first name Roddy
Need the money right now ASAP Rocky
Love paper so much that I learned origami
I am not peaceful I am not Gandhi
Nigga I run shit like I went jogging
He want some beef told him to go work for Arby's
he want some beef and I'm smoking on broccoli
I'm getting bills but I am not Cosby
She know I'm hot just like a tamale
She know I'm great just like the Gatsby
All my songs have gotta be catchy
Keep my foot on these niggas like athlete
Keep a me a doobie like I was shaggy huh
Talking bout whacky tobacky
Packs stay on me like is a Fanny
I pop pillies witchyo granny
Keep the heat on me like we in Miami
Finna fuck the whole world over plan B
I can't take percs no more cuz bro that shit made me too antsy
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread turn soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
WoooYuh We don't play around like them
Fuck with me it's off with your head
Like zombies you goan get left4dead
Yeah I am not like him
These girls too basic
Said you wanna be friends yea
But I cannot trust them no
I know she just want me for bread
Blood diamonds on my flesh
Holy Spirit guide me to these blessings
There's a monster inside of there
Davey Jones locker don't open it
They say that it's all in my head
She gave me the blunt and laced it
Don't know why I'm so faded
Thought this was amazing
Realized it's fake yeah
Gotta keep my eyes on niggas so I just got some lasik
I don't know what she sees in him no he's not for her
I tried to tell her, but I'm too high i slur my words
She said too bad it's over
I know that it really hurts
Plus yanno that I'm not yours
Please stop calling this number
Love really hurts it's the worse
Love really hurts it's the worse
Now your just getting on my nerves
Realized this is too much work
Work work
Like Rihanna need a bitch that's goan put in that work
Maybe I been feeling off of the earth
I think I should just lay off of the percs
Lil Treesap
A.K.A Lil Tre Tre
Triple 3
333
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
Do you know the way
Do you know the way
Do you know the way
I'm on the way
Okay ok
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Look at all this bread ooo
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Keep it a buck like Milwaukee
Yo bitch keep on calling me Papi
She like my style so I did her like a doggy woof
She tryna give me that sloppy toppy
I just might cop a new Maserati swerve
Or maybe the la Ferrari swerve
But you know that we also want Bugatti's skr
Pull up on a Kawasaki skrr
Popping a Ollie, Like it was a molly pop
Mess with me you get popped no lolli grah grah
We do not Lallygag sorry not sorry
Bitches play games I don't gotta Atari
Tryna get rich like my first name Roddy
Need the money right now ASAP Rocky
Love paper so much that I learned origami
I am not peaceful I am not Gandhi
Nigga I run shit like I went jogging
He want some beef told him to go work for Arby's
he want some beef and I'm smoking on broccoli
I'm getting bills but I am not Cosby
She know I'm hot just like a tamale
She know I'm great just like the Gatsby
All my songs have gotta be catchy
Keep my foot on these niggas like athlete
Keep a me a doobie like I was shaggy huh
Talking bout whacky tobacky
Packs stay on me like is a Fanny
I pop pillies witchyo granny
Keep the heat on me like we in Miami
Finna fuck the whole world over plan B
I can't take percs no more cuz bro that shit made me too antsy
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread turn soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
Look at all this bread ooh
And I got that drip on me Ooo
Too much drip it starting to make my bread soggy
We can call up joe if you goan start to act sloppy
Bunch of lights on you but that is not no paparazzi
WoooYuh We don't play around like them
Fuck with me it's off with your head
Like zombies you goan get left4dead
Yeah I am not like him
These girls too basic
Said you wanna be friends yea
But I cannot trust them no
I know she just want me for bread
Blood diamonds on my flesh
Holy Spirit guide me to these blessings
There's a monster inside of there
Davey Jones locker don't open it
They say that it's all in my head
She gave me the blunt and laced it
Don't know why I'm so faded
Thought this was amazing
Realized it's fake yeah
Gotta keep my eyes on niggas so I just got some lasik
I don't know what she sees in him no he's not for her
I tried to tell her, but I'm too high i slur my words
She said too bad it's over
I know that it really hurts
Plus yanno that I'm not yours
Please stop calling this number
Love really hurts it's the worse
Love really hurts it's the worse
Now your just getting on my nerves
Realized this is too much work
Work work
Like Rihanna need a bitch that's goan put in that work
Maybe I been feeling off of the earth
I think I should just lay off of the percs
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Writer(s): Trevon Thurman
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