Bread & Butter

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Keep it so good and for bread and butter never played a game Niggas be acting, this unattractive pussy look so lame Niggas are starving so robbing just went up a hundred percent The cops slippin' somebody less fortunate gon' take that shit Snatch it and pack it and sell it for cheap, nigga that's straight profit Nigga that's bills paid, nigga that's cash in them pockets Blame it on Bush, George1 and George2 For all the bullshit there is, brother goin' through Bill ass niggas gonna stay the real Fuck ass niggas gon' fade with Hoe ass niggas gonna die of bitches I'm strapped motherfucker don't play with me I'm turned up about my check Still gettin' money in my old project Got two's on deck This bringin' up the sack I'da made a me like that I was talkin' 'bout trap, strap, kickin' my back Jumpin' on the floor with the strap Got cameras in the front, back, tool in my lap In this bitch cookin' up crack And you see what I drive, I'm high, fly Ain't shit a nigga can't buy And it's me and my guys, I ride guy I get to a bitch right now Young nigga be Popeye, I ain't gonna lie I can see a bitch in your eyes So I keep that vibe damn right I'm a go hard damn all the time I'm out here chasin' bread and butter I faced a lot of strugglers Just show this bitch I'm from the gutter Watch me turn up on these suckers Turn up [Chorus] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter [Verse 2] Gutter niggas don't clamp in the shoots Before you wanna plan this heat you better know how the gang goes I see you servin' them packs And I hear you got the cracks Mother fuck you got to hold them blocks all But look at me, I gotta eat I'm tryin' to get up on my feet I wanna work 'em on this bitch with the bankroll I'm a have to let you down, I'm a put that on the pound Don't frown cause you know how the gang go For the bread and butter, you gotta get your brother Cause he won't understand if I come into hand I gotta feed him and his mother So let me cut around with all that floss Nigga I got me a lunch time Better play low key my nigga, these boys goin' forward in my lunch line If a nigga's gonna eat, you gotta get murk Then it's what it's gonna be Got a couple niggas on your tinuend true night that I set it up Force my feet, got a few gutter holes running these streets Panning that out, playing that beat If you don't pound around nigga none of them weak Playing with their money, watch your ass get beat in them streets [Chorus] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter [Verse 3] Born in the gutter Raised in the gutter Guess you could say I'm a gutter motherfucker Don't play it brown with you motherfucker suckers No love for a sneeze, no love for a buster Hustle, nigga, all I know Hit the bricks, nigga, get that dough Don't play no game, I pimp a hoe Miff a Tennessee nigga with a country flow This cup and this blunt got me smoke That bread and butter got me on go Cause a nigga from the gutter don't mean that a nigga can't go and get that case whole That bread and butter That shit make me gut a gutter That bread and butter That shit make me gut a gutter I swear the bread and butter just keep callin' me Keep it comin' out hard like ballin' G Pimp the lyrics of a pimp, that's a part of me So ruthless, these streets coldhearted me Livin' stunt half all the way to Crystal Street East Side till the nigga rest in peace See that money make a nigga do crazy thangs Wanna hang your bang for the chains of fame Who's that with that fat man drinkin' that cognac? Ready for combat bitches TMack don't need no hothead woman Your ball better take care of order I'm in the city with killers and thugs who don't give a damn about sellin' no drugs Memphis inside of me Real niggas ride with me cause in the heart of the city's no love Yea hoe, I'm from Memphis That owed me cause you know what that's like? Yea hoe, that shit is cutthroat No love hoe, we shoot on sight (yea hoe) Pick that bitch you fuckin' with She suck my homie dick Sally She needed a rent paid week Fuck about that's all we hall it I'm sayin' no Ain't no love in the city when it comes to a weak motherfucker Tryin' to act hard in the street Then we look him in his eyes Take his money then we leave him in the gutter I'm sayin' no I'm watchin' the people observin' your every move Bitch please make your next move be your best move bitch [Chorus] I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world I know some gutter boys I know some gutter girls And they all live in the gutter world For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter For their bread and butter They go gut a gutter