Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my
One shot to the head, nigga you dead
I got my dreads, swing em like that
Slatt with my slimes, uh, I got no time
I gotta think, uh, think up a rhyme
Throw all my lyricism right out the window
She got a back, yeah, a back just like Kendall
Whipping that Rari like it ain't a rental
She throw it back she a redbone like skittles
Choppa cut deep it go straight to your mental
Ballin so hard I just f*cked up my mental
Balling so hard I think I need a knee pad
Landed wrong bending my knee back
I got a method for getting a G back
It's crazy how people can't see that
Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my bread, uh yuh
Get from my
Slit my neck in a mothaf*cking Range Rover
I got all these hoes and not one can stay over
Knocking on your door like my religion is a Jehovah
I can't leave the house cause it's not time to come over