GET YO BREAD UP! (feat. MBRK, JustViGi & Zai)

Yeah, I wake up and hate what I produce Not passing boof's, I pass the truth So all these niggas cuttin' through The yoppa yap with aptitude My vocab massive, amplitude Got a choppa, aim at you Your face, contort you sneeze Achoo That's cute I'm in her rump My shit goin crazy, Bro look what I've done Really I keep a stick like a drum-er Yea, she bottom heavy like subwoofers Heh a plugg like summrs Make these niggas suffer They stayin' under When I finesse my way to the top Say he face my K but he not Keep hollows (holos) but not no Pokémon Y'all trippin' off the sg mob I'm on that time like Kali Ma, hah My lyrics mockin' songs They hoppin' on my cosmic dong They hit the bong, I write (right) my wrongs Okay I'm back to rhymin' Not surprisin', like horizon Line em up, not talkin barber like a taper Cuz I'm in the fuckin cut Try me, see a 9 is in your face gon' f*ck you up Yo girl handle business like a vac She really suckin' up Whip be all black cause I'm muhfuckin' racist Me the gang we gon' pull up and f*ck on yo bitch And she lovin' and askin' for mo' on the basis Shawty she actin like trisha, no paytas Bitch, like a octopus She suckin' dick like a platypus Talkin on SGM can't discuss Pussy boy makin such a fuss Pussy boy you's just a fuckboy You talkin yo shit, look like malfoy And you ain't got no bitches, no play boy And I ain't tryna talk to you soy boy I pull a, I pull a blade Me and the boys we comin like a raid He shiverin' cause I'm boutta throw a nade' My choppa boutta give a boy a fade Yeah, bitch I go back in time like a reverse And I'm lookin at you I'm gon' observe The way that I'm rappin', You'd think that Vigi got a hard verse Fade that boy up like them muhfuckin' barbers I pull out a blade like so I'm rappin' sum heat like Mo You fuckin wit me like no I f*ck her when I say so Broke ass nigga on dick, for the last time bitch go get yo' bread up He not big on the sticks I'll send one hit One guy, that nigga got foreign Berettas Feelin perc keep ya head up He talkin' like he got cheese But the money depletin' in seconds he already fed up Bah, finna aim at ya sweater, uh You ain't moving, wait (weight) My choppa it's sweet uh, mix it wit some cake, yuh Feel like MBRK, Cuz' my shit pop pop, with a k 17 new shot-shots to the brain 18 at your papa and yo' maid Damn nigga what did you say? ah You say you finna pop out wit a blicky, a mag a suppresso espresso These bullets cut deep in ya foot in the velcro I think you understand the memo 2 twin glocks to the face Headshot to his dome Now that nigga askin what's the date My block monochrome, shootin' bullets I ain't care bout a race Sendin' shoots at yo spleen You pussy boy talkin lean I'm fuckin witcho' bitch she sayin I'm mean Talkin like a star and I'm not talkin keem Drop my name bitch and its straight kankan Imma use da method wit a Glock, straght blam-blam Drop my name lil bitch, there gon' be sum static If you talkin on stumble, then this Glock gon be ecstatic This semi gon' be tucked, on my hands be automatic Cause this ak on my hands it gon get real traumatic