OG Damyan - BREAD Lyrics

I'm in the trap and I'm locked in
Smokin on gas that shit got me boxin
I got the gun that's what I be cockin
If he talkin down then you know that im poppin

I'm on a roll ain't no stoppin
Gas pack loud that shit got me coughin
He talkin down put him in a coffin
Talkin down he dead no option

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Hoes call me the goat but I know I'm better
Don't hit my line if it ain't bout no cheddar
Need my money now and I need it together

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Rappin for a minute my shit get more clever
That boy ain't no gangsta he light as a feather
Say that shit to me and I might get em severed

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Why am I winnin I stick to the plan
That boy is a pussy saw me and he ran
- Ain't worth my time that boy is a fan

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That boy is a snitch I heard that he told
I might take his bitch I might get him rolled
Saw his bitch and she had me fold

I'm gettin that money I'm stackin that cheese
I'm wrappin the chicken the glocky I squeeze
I'm gettin that bag I do it with ease and
I'm doin the dash if I heard the word freeze

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Bro mixin the percies with uppers
Told him chill he said they make him tougher
Me I'm smokin gas cos I ain't tryna suffer

Uh-
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread

I get that bread but I ain't tryna go fed
Ima ride dirty ain't stoppin at no red
Keep an AK up under the bed
Got two twin glocks keep one in the head

My mind gone told my mind so long
Smokin OG what I'm smokin on strong
My bitch mad I'm like bitch what's wrong
Think I f*cked up when I made that song

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Glockie on me keep that in the glovebox
Punchin the pack I am not punchin no clock
Call up Brodie me and bro run all blocks

Call up Brodie me and bro run the street
Don't talk to no pigs don't talk to police
Runnin packs thru cos we like to eat
Bring the cheque thru make sure there ain't no crease

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I'm on the block you know how I'm comin
F*ck up the cheque like that shit was nothin
AK on me and that shit was Russian

21 savage I left that boy runnin
Flex on a bitch you know that I'm stuntin
He a lil boy that boy I be sonnin
My gang run everything we be gun runnin

I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread (whisper)

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So much weight in the trap need a pickup truck
My bro fell down so I had to lift him up
10 band play OT think I need some luck

Lifting all this weight off my back got my shit sore
Come into the trap this shit like a superstore
Trap spot got raided that hurt to my core
12 so dumb they ain't get shit in the floor

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Double G put that shit in my belt
I got pack smell strong like felts
I got the shatter I'm makin it melt

Double G put that shit on my bags
He broke as f*ck talkin bout what's the tag
This Gucci bag it got like 3 mags
I'm done - there's another red flag

I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread
I get that bread I get that bread I get that bread