Bread Winner
Yea, yea
(Uhhh)
Huh, huh
(Whoa)
(Uhn huh huh huh)
Ohh whoa
Yea
Tell them to pop out get active
You can tell I'm the realest just based Off my Actions
We was just trapping In back ends
Hit a cash flip and do a back flip
And she wants to get nasty in traffic
Got a good girl who do bad shit
And she won't come around cause I'm toxic
I can't fucc with that boy he on opp Shit
If the blocc get too hot then we drop Shit
Them robbers got turned into killas
Got a hunnid in cash in my zippers
Tell that bitch I might Spazz on her Nigga
And the glocc got no safety my finger On triggers
You know I'm go hit for my hittas
I'm a top dog bread winner
And it's fucc y'all on my shit list
And I fucked all them bad bitches
And I curved all them whack bitches
And I'm unmatched my racks Different
I'm a gangsta baby I stack different
Ever seen a hitta who got hittas
I'm a business man I feel like jigga
Blicky always on me like it's henna
I be spinning blocks yea I'm a spinner
And my dogs go slide until we get Him
Turn a op Into a fucc'n victim
I know niggas who shooting for real And they Shooting to Kill
They get pissed off when I tell em Chill
They wanna slide for a bill
Skrrt off and grab on the wheel
When you come bacc them clips Can't be filled
We lurking until We go See him Again
Again
I bet not see him again
I'm gone off them Yerky's I Popped me a ten
My dawg he buy faygos and spike it with Xans
I get what I want but a Nigga don't Scam
Like damn
Why they be all on my dick?
I spent a band on the fit
Designer the kicks
I threw black rims on the car just so I Could match with my whip
Tell them to pop out get active
You can tell I'm the realest just based Off my Actions
We was just trapping In back ends
Hit a cash flip and do a bacc flip
And she wants to get nasty in traffic
Got a good girl who do bad shit
And she won't come around cause I'm toxic
I can't fucc with that boy he on opp Shit
If the blocc get too hot then we drop Shit
Them robbers got turned into killas
Got a hunnid in cash in my zippers
Tell that bitch I might Spazz on her Nigga
And the glocc got no safety my finger On triggers
You know I'm go hit for my hittas
I'm a top dog bread winner
(Uhhh)
Huh, huh
(Whoa)
(Uhn huh huh huh)
Ohh whoa
Yea
Tell them to pop out get active
You can tell I'm the realest just based Off my Actions
We was just trapping In back ends
Hit a cash flip and do a back flip
And she wants to get nasty in traffic
Got a good girl who do bad shit
And she won't come around cause I'm toxic
I can't fucc with that boy he on opp Shit
If the blocc get too hot then we drop Shit
Them robbers got turned into killas
Got a hunnid in cash in my zippers
Tell that bitch I might Spazz on her Nigga
And the glocc got no safety my finger On triggers
You know I'm go hit for my hittas
I'm a top dog bread winner
And it's fucc y'all on my shit list
And I fucked all them bad bitches
And I curved all them whack bitches
And I'm unmatched my racks Different
I'm a gangsta baby I stack different
Ever seen a hitta who got hittas
I'm a business man I feel like jigga
Blicky always on me like it's henna
I be spinning blocks yea I'm a spinner
And my dogs go slide until we get Him
Turn a op Into a fucc'n victim
I know niggas who shooting for real And they Shooting to Kill
They get pissed off when I tell em Chill
They wanna slide for a bill
Skrrt off and grab on the wheel
When you come bacc them clips Can't be filled
We lurking until We go See him Again
Again
I bet not see him again
I'm gone off them Yerky's I Popped me a ten
My dawg he buy faygos and spike it with Xans
I get what I want but a Nigga don't Scam
Like damn
Why they be all on my dick?
I spent a band on the fit
Designer the kicks
I threw black rims on the car just so I Could match with my whip
Tell them to pop out get active
You can tell I'm the realest just based Off my Actions
We was just trapping In back ends
Hit a cash flip and do a bacc flip
And she wants to get nasty in traffic
Got a good girl who do bad shit
And she won't come around cause I'm toxic
I can't fucc with that boy he on opp Shit
If the blocc get too hot then we drop Shit
Them robbers got turned into killas
Got a hunnid in cash in my zippers
Tell that bitch I might Spazz on her Nigga
And the glocc got no safety my finger On triggers
You know I'm go hit for my hittas
I'm a top dog bread winner
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Writer(s): Ty-juan Jackson
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