"BREAK BREAD" lyrics

(I wanna go to LA)
Nah-nah, nah (Grrt)
Nah-nah, nah (Baow, baow)
Nah-nah, nah, nah (Baow, baow, go)
Nah-nah, nah (Go, go, go)
Nah-nah, nah (Go, go)
Nah-nah, nah

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes
Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake
She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape
I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

I hit the gas and this bitch go
She got an ass and his bitch don't
She put her pussy on top of my lips while she suckin' my dick
Six-nine in this bitch, ho
She fuck the guys and think I'ma do her
She said it like Simon, this bitch slow
I'll put my fist in a bitch
She ain't got walls, I'm confident this bitch ho
Whole lot of money, whole lot of problems
Whole lot of beef and a whole lot of choppers
Whole lot of niggas who act like they gang
But when we was broke, niggas ain't come around us
He put trust in his bitch, now that's partners
I'm the type to break bread with the family
I never can eat and just leave niggas starvin' (And leave niggas starvin')

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes
Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake
She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape
I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

Bro put a switch on the back of the blick
He tried to shoot it and fucked up his wrist
Hidin' my ratchet ho, sleep at the Holiday Inn, bougie ho sleep at the Ritz
I know I love her, I don't wanna lose her, but I'm super player, can't call her my bitch
Put on this jewelry and have bitches gold-diggin', she gon' throw the pussy 'cause I'm rich
He got a section, but don't got no hoes in it
Sausage party, just him and bros in it
I got a pocket with rolls in it
Window shoppin', niggas don't do no spendin'
She look good on the 'Gram and greater in person, go look at her pics, it ain't no difference
Mad I kept fuckin' up, but, shit, I raised like that, it ain't no different

If you can't break bread, you fake, got more buck on my plate, me and bro got fifty-cent cakes
Wake up and roll me an eighth, still trappin', I smoke out the PN and save you the shake
She tryna fuck up the picture and show off her face, she don't look as good as her shape
I told my brother, "The money, it make you depressed, gettin' rich ain't as good as you think"

I hit the gas and this bitch go
She got an ass and his bitch don't
She put her pussy on top of my lips while she suckin' my dick
Six-nine in this bitch, ho (Baow)