bread on my head 2

Lyrics

[Intro: wildkarduno] Yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga [Verse 1: wildkarduno] Bread on my head, come get the pay Them shooters pop out, they find where you stay Might do the Glock but I still tote the K If that nigga cap, he get lowercased And shout out the judge, she closed the case That nigga got cracked like a vase (Brr) Yeah, we know that niggas ain't on shit You know I'm a king, on my throne shit I just got a Glock, two tone shit Chasing the money, just leave me alone, shit I'm on that making plays on my phone shit Call Smoke, he pop out with a MAC You is not gang, boy, you need to relax (Gеt back) (Brr) And them fifty rounds gon' make him run track How you say you trappin? You ain't seen a rack You ain't been in the fiеld 'til you see a rat Cap rap, nigga, I don't condone it Any gun that you have, man, I owned it We was gon' slide on your block, we postponed it Serving them birds, nigga, in the morning Niggas be under my posts, they be droning I bet that shit don't phase me You had a Glock, nigga, why you tase me? Street nigga turned rat, you amaze me Not grinding, nigga, you is so lazy In the trap cookin' dope, it get hazy Sending you shots, you gon' duck, daisy Nigga said he gon' rob me, crazy (Niggas crazy) [Verse 2: squillo] Grab the Glock, yeah, I load up I crack me seal, yeah, I pour up Said he got bread on my head, I'm like, "So what?" And everywhere I go, yeah, I keep a pole tucked I got the goose, nigga, in my cup I spot me a opp, then he really duck We lay the nigga down, we don't give a fuck These niggas be pussies, typers, actors Fuck with the clones, yeah, them niggas hackers I'm up in that field, nigga, like the Packers Can't fuck with your gang 'cause you niggas lackers I was always going up, now I'm going faster Just shot your brother, he gon' need a pastor I'm fuckin' your bitch and she really flattered Top three in plugg shit, I'm a master Bread on my head, I keep a K Them shooters pop out and find where you lay Finna shoot up the spot right where you stay That nigga a bitch, won't run my fade Finna cut up your brother, nigga, with a blade Finna bomb your block, nigga, with a [?] And I pour me a four in the Minute Maid Your bitch in the back and she gettin' laid (Fah, fah)