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Poppin' on molly's
I'm poppin on meds
Glocks to the face and I'm takin' off your head
Iced out chain gotta get this bread
You with your friends
Join

You gon hate me up tonight
When I stack this bread and make this cash I'm living life
You gon want me just to die
You gon be so jealous you like jlew

I never had trust and I ain't bouta start now
Hold up
When you up erybody wanna foul
Hold up
Wakin up and getting strait to the bread
Hold up
I know

is a habit y’all
Spending money ain’t a thing
I got that juice y’all, get that bread
I am the winning team
I got that juice y’all, what you want
Come

of that
Can’t rewind what we had
We keep shining oh yeah
All the time we wasted
On the grind we making bread
Got this wine we tasting
Not a sign we facing

should've known we was gon get into it
Bounce that ass like you fuckin
Pick it up slow
If he ain't breakin bread
Then at nigga gotta go
BIG bag On me Wherever

I see baguettes in my wallet, got some bread now
I ain't fucking on no bitch from the trap-house
She see the 7 digits, man she tryna cash out
Yeah,

bitches said 
Imma get my fucking bread 
Bang bang now them hoes dead
They got a few shots, Take it to the head 
Take it to the head take it to the head

real  they're livin' a dream
Plus the ends that they get justifies their means
Grab my hand as we pick it up together
Love's our bread and we're hungrier

Bang my line
Bitch too fine
Whippin in the egg
She gon gimme that mind
Get up in her head
She don’t get up in mine
Bitches and bread
How i’m spendin

breaking bread have a toast
Please leave, I don't wanna squeeze
Walk on rappers backs like a bunch of dead leaves
From coast to coast on mic we roast you

I'm from the mofucking palms so you know I'm too wavy
And everything's good yeah everything's gravy
Fresh as a daisy
Get my bread by daily
It's tasty

Like I said watch me go get some head head ay
Let me step back for a second and get this bread bread yea
Stack stack stack what you sound wack wack

Maybe I shouldn't
Maybe the book's closed
Maybe the bread's stale
Maybe I'm gettin' old

Or maybe I'm young now
Maybe the strangers would smile
When

Yeah
Didn't you hear what I said
I'm only focused on the bread
You applying that pressure through IG
Oh I ain't get through to you yet
Said what I

Imma handle my business, I'm getting bread regardless
I ain't talking bout fitness, but I'm flexing the hardest
God is my witness, but I ain't really

Gotta get this bread up,
Tryna make a difference 
Nigga always keep my head 
You know I keep my head 
I make the digits rather you like it or not

can't move far
Got pushed out my hood. Now I'm living in my car
They pushed me out cus I don’t have bread
My bank account is in the red
Ahahahaha 
It’s

I'm living in Houston
Got a cute girl and she got cute friends
Gotta get rich gonna make that bread
I wanna slim thick that'll give good head
Give it

Yeah
I need bread
Lil bitch I'm 21 now
Fuck what you said
I'm in atlanta with my brudda we at yo head
Ensb gone take off
Just like a jet
Yeah yeah

Hopping out brand new
Dripping like a candle
Hopping out brand new
Dripping like a candle
Slept in my bed
Slept in my car
Need some more bread
Just

asleep
I got you all up in my head
Fuck all my exes they dead
Baby let’s get to this bread
Baby let’s get to this bread
I ain’t gotta tell you what’s up

money can buy
Take away the hype i'm lonely and high
Fuck nigga i break bread my fam good don't talk to me
Making music is the only reason why you fuck

They wanna kill Lil Tread the way that I’m trapping
But I’m tryna earn this bread, in my songs I’m snapping
I think I should be dead the way that I was