Bread Winners Freestyle

Woke up and rolled me a blunt then I got straight to it
A lot of these niggas they say that they shooters but I promise that they ain't gon' shoot it
I'm not with that talkin' lil' nigga you gotta come prove it
If we talkin' bout pape you know that I speak it fluent
Laid back nigga I just be stackin' up bread, I just be coolin
But niggas they die everyday, gotta watch how I'm movin
Everyday gotta slide with the gang, you can't join the movement
If I don't smoke a zip a day, I just might lose it

Slid to LA for the week, 10 plus in the studio, yeah bitch we deep
Don't care what's the price, bitch you cheap
I'm outta these bitch niggas league, you cross me once you dead to me
I'm not turnin' the cheek, make em go MIA like Tyreek

Mm-mm-mm, finna cop me some drip from Daize, niggas be hatin' cause I'm gettin' paid yeah
Go to the club, make it rain, cause I never seen so sunny days
I'm stackin' these chips like wide receiver I'm catching these plays
Like future, yeah I fuck on real sisters, yeah they bread winners
Hit him in his head and now I got his family sellin' dinners
At an LA bitch I'm ballin' just like I'm Kawhi Leonard
With some angels in they corrupt, love em' cause they all my niggas
Know some niggas from the 6, if I call they come and get y'a

Uh, uh, fly when I step on the scene
Yo' thot hooked on me like Kareem, she love me but can't get a ring
My choppa I'm lettin' it sing, and my brother he movin' them P's
Don't call me Keenan bitch, just call me Beans
You can't call me broke, fuck do you mean

Bitch I'm off the top in this motherfucker, uh-huh
I take off his top in this motherfucker, uh-huh
She see this dish, she gon' ride this motherfucker, uh-huh
And my gang, you know they gon' slide in this motherfucker, uh-huh



Credits
Writer(s): Keenan Johnson
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