Bread Boi
I've been getting guap
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
Oh that's your bitch she on my dick she eat it like a almond joy
She wanna fuck with me cause I'm the real McCoy
I'm the real deal
She say it's a vibe
Every time that we chill
Lay back pour a four crack da seal
Baby I'm just tryna give you something you can feel
Balling like the nfl I'm in the field
Fishtail in the rarri it's painted teal
I got whatchu need yeah
I make you feign yeah
She bounce on the d yeah
Like trampoline yeah
Imma rockstar aye I'm tatted on my body
Thirty three on me feeling like Scotty
Better think twice if you tryna rob me
Keep that fye on yeah I keep it on me
New bitch she caramel like coffee
I'm rich filthy rich like roddy
I've been getting guap
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
Now you can't say shit yeah my bread long
Got up off my ass I ran it up up up
Smoking out the pound yeah it smell strong
And I triple up my cup cup cup
Faded I'm faded I'm off dat ohhhh
When I'm off the drank might shoot
I get crazy off the juice
I don't want one bih I want a few
I got whatchu need yeah
I make you feign yeah
She bounce on the d yeah
Like trampoline yeah
I've been getting guap
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
Oh that's your bitch she on my dick she eat it like a almond joy
She wanna fuck with me cause I'm the real McCoy
I'm the real deal
She say it's a vibe
Every time that we chill
Lay back pour a four crack da seal
Baby I'm just tryna give you something you can feel
Balling like the nfl I'm in the field
Fishtail in the rarri it's painted teal
I got whatchu need yeah
I make you feign yeah
She bounce on the d yeah
Like trampoline yeah
Imma rockstar aye I'm tatted on my body
Thirty three on me feeling like Scotty
Better think twice if you tryna rob me
Keep that fye on yeah I keep it on me
New bitch she caramel like coffee
I'm rich filthy rich like roddy
I've been getting guap
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
Now you can't say shit yeah my bread long
Got up off my ass I ran it up up up
Smoking out the pound yeah it smell strong
And I triple up my cup cup cup
Faded I'm faded I'm off dat ohhhh
When I'm off the drank might shoot
I get crazy off the juice
I don't want one bih I want a few
I got whatchu need yeah
I make you feign yeah
She bounce on the d yeah
Like trampoline yeah
I've been getting guap
I'm getting bread boi
Heard that you a opp
You a fed boi
Put the choppa right up to your head boi
Next time better think bout what you said boi
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Writer(s): Michel Thrower
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