Bread Gang Bitch (feat. Nue Era, Death03Demon, Ronnie 2X$, TTK27, Nosym, YkDirty, MJ Da God & BeatsByGND)

Chasing the bread made my heart colder
I be solid, nigga like boulder
Bend that bitch over I call her a folder
Dunk in that pussy I swear its a poster
Trying to act cool but you is a poser

Been on my feet I move like Sonic
Remember them days I was bumping some Onyx
Me & my team ripping any damn flow
Smooth on the tide yeah we rocking the boat
These niggas was with me back when I was broke

Two Tone no glock bussing on ya bitch
Automatic pimping got these bitches on my dick
Like a ripstick way I hit then switch
Hell yeah my heart broke but this money be the fix
Hell yeah my heart cold on my chest sit a brick
Ice box can't lock a nigga down like the pen
I don't need to be rich cause my soul virtuous
Looking in the mirror you don't know who you is

Yeah, Damn
You don't know who you is
So you cap and you fold on yourself
Reminisce about some shit that you said to your kids
Lying about opportunities that you was scared to take
Saying you tried your hardest and you missed
In a cycle you putting a minute through hell they gone rinse
You don't care about yourself I'm convinced

Hey, getting all frail when shit get intense
Big king, I've been him since a prince
Quick sale, made him foam out the mouth
Watch for them snitches your name be announced
Could be up on dollars, feelings be down
Feel like somebody threw my ragdoll
Told my cousin we gone make auntie proud
N Double E & the Kings run the town
Them glockies around when TooRaw touch down
448's and whole lotta crowns
Upstate exotic five racks for this hound
My kennel remind me of my dawgs in the pound
Oh, hey, big business I'm tryna expand
Show you got heart and a body within
If you get rich better put on your mans

Hold on nigga its the G.O.D bitch
Yeah I'm the GOAT you gone remember me bitch
Fucking on your thot in my B&B bitch
Yeah I cuss a lot and my favorite work bitch
Yo TooRaw, Turn me up in this bitch
All a nigga needs is a blunt in this bitch
And watch how I black imma snap in this bitch
Ain't no caps in my raps imma back up my shit
Cuz I do this for
Well look at the time, (What time that it is?)
Its time for the guy to get goated in here
I need me a bitty get jiggy in here
We jump on the album with brodie to share
But we back after money
Damn my pockets feel hungry, stuff them with 20's & 100's



Credits
Writer(s): Nue Era, Nosym Tillmon, Jarrell Baker, Alexander Henke, Marquise White, Qahron Whitfield, Marcus Chambers, Gavin Dimov
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