Lyrics

Bread on me, bread on me I got this bread on me, bread on me Bread on me, bread on me I got this bread on me, I keep this bread on me Who is this bread on? Who is this bread on, bro? Who is this bread on? Who is this bread- Keep this bread on me like I'm tryna catch a pigeon I won't pigeonhole myself, you must be tripping This is bologna so quit ya bitching I'll swing at ya balls like a batter if you pitching You a pest bitch! And you make me itch! You don't care about music, you just wanna get rich! You try your best bitch To make me sick! You're a disgusting circumcised cunt and got no clit! My rein of terror just bеgun and you're my bitch I'll shave your hair off Charlie Brown and I'm Lucy Pull thе football away and make you eat some shit You don't have the balls to say I won't give you bruises Bam Break your teeth with my closed hand Then I'll sock your face again You really think I give a damn? You really think that I'm your friend? I ain't got no fucking friends They all leave in the end They all leave in the end They all leave in the- Shoutout my boy Caleb, he's been there since I was 14 You have became my own brother, and bro family never leaves Shoutout my girl Julie who appreciates me too That's cause I'm your only friend who doesn't try to get with you It's funny cause it's true It's true that dudes are rude But I love so many people and I only hate a few I only ate of few Fries from Mickey frickin' Do's Now I'm snorting salt and sugar when I'm sniffing all this glue Who is this bread on? Who is this bread on, bro? Who is this bread on? Who is this bread- Keep this bread on me like I'm tryna catch a pigeon I won't pigeonhole myself, you must be tripping This is bologna so quit ya bitching I'll swing at ya balls like a batter if you pitching You a pest bitch! And you make me itch! You don't care about music, you just wanna get rich! You try your best bitch To make me sick! You're a disgusting circumcised cunt and got no clit!