What's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough
We just tryna break bread, then take a toast
Say what's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough
We just tryna break bread, then take a toast
Say what's your bread count?
* around and catch me at headcount Zodiac
Mojo can't quote me back
Take a tussle in the ring with a Kodiak
The Y1, no system can hold me back
Move in the mirror, the lace, the product
Roll up, get fed, watchin' knocked up
Trademarks for the laugh on my block The
whiteberry white draw looks when I talk
The money only good if you math up
Never been afraid to have to mask up
Trap funk, howdy Hendrix, how your check is?
Bacon bombs and barn gnits for breakfast
Buck toss bucks,
now we boss the curb The street rough,
Lord,
don't talk to birds
White boy the album,
country Jack cuppa Eat every meal like death row
What's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough We just tryna break bread,
then take a toast
Say what's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low Motherfucker
anything go for the dough We just tryna break bread,
then take a toast
I'm a real nigga,
no doubt about it Real nigga,
I stay surrounded
I'm in here bitchin',
I'm about it,
bout it My nigga got med from Colorado
Got cuts look just like cauliflower
Them niggas let zips go by the hour
We stackin' bread like we package bread
Niggas squashin' beef like sandwiches
And I'm a real nigga to the core Nigga need I say more?
These niggas talkin' bout war My SAQ the AR
I got a nurse bitch with that awe And she be keepin' me sparred
I drank for free,
no charge But she be taxin' them bars
I do a bread count,
no cause I don't know what to do with these ones
Matter of fact,
let em stack til I get a rack That's my honest DG funds
I'm out my dough just like Miss Bears I'm not a hoe,
bitch,
I ain't scared
I told the industry to beware Until these pussy niggas break bread
What's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough We just tryna break bread,
then take a toast
It's Masa,
bitch,
you know I'm bout my dough Can't * with a hoe,
she ain't got her own
In the kitchen with my nigga tryna whip a zone
Made a couple bankrolls with a mobile phone
Give me the cash and the stash,
she can have the rest I need a mask and a strap and a bag of sets
Got class in the past but my math the best Count stacks,
couple racks,
I can have your head
Itty gritty ass nigga,
bitch,
I want it all I ain't tryna feed a needy,
I'ma have a ball
Couple hoes getting blow,
got em out they drawers If you ain't got bread,
you probably not involved
I'm in the hood on the block with a gang
of packs I wish a nigga would knock me,
I'ma stang his ass
Make a pussy pay tax,
I'ma pimp the track Make a nigga look bad if he's sent for slack
If you ain't got money,
move the * around I'm on my way to the top and they coming down
I got a couple pounds to that good
sound Been a touchdown with my rhyme
What's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough We just tryna break bread,
then take a toast
What's your bread count?
Y'all talking bout a slice but we tryna get it low
Motherfucker anything go for the dough We just tryna break bread,
then take a toast
What's your bread count?