Bakery
Yeah, ayy (gang, yeah)
Yeah, ayy (ugh)
Yeah, ayy (slatt, slatt)
Yeah, ayy
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (huh)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (say)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash
Who tryna race with me? (hmm)
(Hey, yeah)
Your lil' bro had a shot, but he blew it
Waking up early, I gotta get to it (gotta get to it, yeah)
Right when I walk in, they know I'm too lit (oh, yeah)
I told her, "I will not love you, I am not cupid"
Whipping that Masi', you know that I do this (whoa)
Out of my mind, you think I'm goin' stupid (okay)
Think I'm goin' schitz' (yeah, whoa)
Call my brother, he sendin' a blitz
Fuck a toilet, I know I'm the shit (yeah, whoa)
I fuck around, stack it up quick, hmm
Know I be in the six (yeah, whoa)
Pushin' this whip with a kit
Lil' dude better not fool his self, I ain't never been a lick (yeah, whoa)
The way that I run it up, I got some stamina (you know, okay)
Prayin', protectin' my anima (yeah)
She got me all on her camera (huh)
Get me off camera
Feel like RJ, 'cause I'm banded up (yeah, huh)
Yeah, I'm banded up (yeah, huh)
No idea why she runnin' them games
I ain't tryna play examiner (play examiner)
She said I blocked her, I was on a plane
I'm on a flight right to Canada
I do not do back and forth 'cause it's lame
How could you think I was mad at you? (yeah-yeah)
Thought he could try it, not using his brain
We gon' leave it for the janitor (yeah, huh)
Yeah, ayy (gang, yeah)
Yeah, ayy (ugh)
Yeah, ayy (slatt, slatt)
Yeah, ayy (ah)
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (huh)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (say)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash, who tryna race with me?
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (yeah, whoa)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (yeah, whoa)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah, whoa)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash
Who tryna race with me? (hmm)
Hey, yeah
Huh, yeah
Gang, gang, gang
Yeah, ayy (ugh)
Yeah, ayy (slatt, slatt)
Yeah, ayy
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (huh)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (say)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash
Who tryna race with me? (hmm)
(Hey, yeah)
Your lil' bro had a shot, but he blew it
Waking up early, I gotta get to it (gotta get to it, yeah)
Right when I walk in, they know I'm too lit (oh, yeah)
I told her, "I will not love you, I am not cupid"
Whipping that Masi', you know that I do this (whoa)
Out of my mind, you think I'm goin' stupid (okay)
Think I'm goin' schitz' (yeah, whoa)
Call my brother, he sendin' a blitz
Fuck a toilet, I know I'm the shit (yeah, whoa)
I fuck around, stack it up quick, hmm
Know I be in the six (yeah, whoa)
Pushin' this whip with a kit
Lil' dude better not fool his self, I ain't never been a lick (yeah, whoa)
The way that I run it up, I got some stamina (you know, okay)
Prayin', protectin' my anima (yeah)
She got me all on her camera (huh)
Get me off camera
Feel like RJ, 'cause I'm banded up (yeah, huh)
Yeah, I'm banded up (yeah, huh)
No idea why she runnin' them games
I ain't tryna play examiner (play examiner)
She said I blocked her, I was on a plane
I'm on a flight right to Canada
I do not do back and forth 'cause it's lame
How could you think I was mad at you? (yeah-yeah)
Thought he could try it, not using his brain
We gon' leave it for the janitor (yeah, huh)
Yeah, ayy (gang, yeah)
Yeah, ayy (ugh)
Yeah, ayy (slatt, slatt)
Yeah, ayy (ah)
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (huh)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (say)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash, who tryna race with me?
When it comes to the bread, I got keys to the bakery (yeah, whoa)
It ain't 'bout a bag, then you don't got shit to say to me (yeah, whoa)
Run it up, quick, so fast, but yet still, I do it gratefully (yeah, whoa)
I'm tryna hop in that Jag', doin' the dash
Who tryna race with me? (hmm)
Hey, yeah
Huh, yeah
Gang, gang, gang
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