Break Bread

Lyrics
[Intro] (Ayy, Jay, man, run that shit, cuh) [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs & BandGang Javar] You say you got a ticket, break bread or play dead I'm bored as hell tryna leave a nigga face red Bad bitch blowin' me up, shit, I just left her on read Don't shoot the messenger, bitch, I play like I ain't say it Got a hundred pair of kicks, 'nother hundred pair of jeans Double up on what I spend, I fell in love with buyin' weed You can't live without this shit, so how the fuck you not a fiend? You be fuckin' everybody, bitch, how is you a queen? You a thot bitch, tryna hit the room, but you on opp shit Too slick, tryna put me in the pot like soup mix Blue wrist, they came with the chain, bitch, I'm too lit Shoutout Milli Mills, she took them chances, now the crew lit Protect it with my life, went to jail, earned some stripes Came home, upped the thirty on the 'Gram, that was light Call home off that jail phone like I can see the light I be everywhere, but I don't go nowhere without my pipe Feds told me, "Nigga, we know you be with the mob" I told 'em, "Shut the fuck up, bitch, get up off my knob" You got a job, I got a job, that's to step harder than you Tellin' on my brothers, that's some shit I never'd do MIA season, bitch, I'm droppin' the roof Fan nigga said my name in songs, I'm droppin' you too Get the scoop, like magicians, I can make you go poof .223s hit your face (BandGang), it'd knock out a tooth (Nigga) [Verse 2: BandGang Javar] Niggas wanna see me down like my old hoes I'ma tell you like I told my ex, up roll (Hahaha) I admit it, I'm an asshole Made her walk home, me and Biggs in the Jag' blowed 0-1-9 3-2-2 made me fifty, miss them good boys Had a hundred K before I ever heard of Dogecoin JCOB 1 dips, we be in and out Your stupid ass be tellin' on yourself, postin' shit for clout I'm the reason Blueacorn ran out of funding You can't get past the face scan, you keep fumblin' (Goofy) Tired note, you ain't got no fiends, don't be hustlin' I came on the 'Gram to use heads, he start krumpin' I got fake Instagram pages, I be catfishin' In the DMs, tryna give the opps the meat with it He thought he was mean Hercules, got his ass shot That's what his thirsty ass get, gave me his own drop (Ham)
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Credits
- Writers
- BandGang Javar
- BandGang Biggs