Bread On the Table (feat. M Boo)
(Word)
(BinHavin)
(Mhmm)
I'm with the Slime's! 48 em (Word)
Put ya bread on the table(Word)
My niggas pop shit, don't got to pay em
Rumors went around that, that nigga stable
Ion say too much it's a green
She want to cuddle with me had to leave
Thousand dollar hoodies, got it out the crease
Probably off a yerk, sippin' with the G'z
They don't see the clip pokin' out the tee (They don't see the clip pokin' out the tee)
Ion understand, show me what you mean
Can't drive slow passin' by the P's (Breadyy)
I'm tryna flip a nigga V
They wanna oot-out, I wanna Tag (Glah)
I ain't get to finish, hope them niggas crashed
Niggas took his mans, probably why he mad (Probably why he mad)
Clutching all day, Gotta have it stacked
Like I know who be on my timin' (I know who be on my timin')
And I know who behind me
Doing all of that fidgetin', that's how you die g
He ain't hit nothin' nigga thought he got me (Thought he got me)
Who the fuck is you? Ion like your style (Bow)
I done fell in-love with runnin' niggas down (Bow)
She keep trying fuck, I had to kick her out
She ain't let you fuck? Nigga you a clown
I'm with the Slime! 48
Put ya bread on the table
My niggas pop shit, don't got to pay em (Fasure)
Rumors went around that, that nigga stable (Glah glah glah)
Ion say too much it's a green
She want to cuddle with me had to leave
Thousand dollar hoodies, got it out the crease
Probably off a yerk, sippin' with the G'z
2Clever, they know I fuck with the slimes
I got my bread up now she wanna rump, she out of her mind
No trust in these niggas, I know they be cap
Run it back, oh let's spin one more time
This 40 gone rip through his spin
I bet you somebody gone die
I got oppa's that's dyin' to meet me
Got a thottie, she tryna get neaky
Free da bro's, yeah they gotta get PC
In the spot got it playin' on repeat
Hot spot, we connected like Wi-Fi
Talk hot, he get put on a TV
Hit the block we gone slide over east
Throwin' shots if he jackin' the ski
I can't wait till I run into GG
I'm too high I be smokin' on chubbs
Nigga broke, and you know you a bum
Stop talkin' on bro he ain't know who you was
My oota be itchin', he be feenin' to dump
In the night I'm a demon, this 40 too clutch
He got shot in his shit, ain't nobody get up
(BinHavin)
(Mhmm)
I'm with the Slime's! 48 em (Word)
Put ya bread on the table(Word)
My niggas pop shit, don't got to pay em
Rumors went around that, that nigga stable
Ion say too much it's a green
She want to cuddle with me had to leave
Thousand dollar hoodies, got it out the crease
Probably off a yerk, sippin' with the G'z
They don't see the clip pokin' out the tee (They don't see the clip pokin' out the tee)
Ion understand, show me what you mean
Can't drive slow passin' by the P's (Breadyy)
I'm tryna flip a nigga V
They wanna oot-out, I wanna Tag (Glah)
I ain't get to finish, hope them niggas crashed
Niggas took his mans, probably why he mad (Probably why he mad)
Clutching all day, Gotta have it stacked
Like I know who be on my timin' (I know who be on my timin')
And I know who behind me
Doing all of that fidgetin', that's how you die g
He ain't hit nothin' nigga thought he got me (Thought he got me)
Who the fuck is you? Ion like your style (Bow)
I done fell in-love with runnin' niggas down (Bow)
She keep trying fuck, I had to kick her out
She ain't let you fuck? Nigga you a clown
I'm with the Slime! 48
Put ya bread on the table
My niggas pop shit, don't got to pay em (Fasure)
Rumors went around that, that nigga stable (Glah glah glah)
Ion say too much it's a green
She want to cuddle with me had to leave
Thousand dollar hoodies, got it out the crease
Probably off a yerk, sippin' with the G'z
2Clever, they know I fuck with the slimes
I got my bread up now she wanna rump, she out of her mind
No trust in these niggas, I know they be cap
Run it back, oh let's spin one more time
This 40 gone rip through his spin
I bet you somebody gone die
I got oppa's that's dyin' to meet me
Got a thottie, she tryna get neaky
Free da bro's, yeah they gotta get PC
In the spot got it playin' on repeat
Hot spot, we connected like Wi-Fi
Talk hot, he get put on a TV
Hit the block we gone slide over east
Throwin' shots if he jackin' the ski
I can't wait till I run into GG
I'm too high I be smokin' on chubbs
Nigga broke, and you know you a bum
Stop talkin' on bro he ain't know who you was
My oota be itchin', he be feenin' to dump
In the night I'm a demon, this 40 too clutch
He got shot in his shit, ain't nobody get up
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Writer(s): Christian Forbes
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