Lyrics

I mean I wanna talk a lil' shit Can I talk a lil' shit? (What up?) I mean, Lidocaine, Isotope, Bolivia, Mother of Pearl, Acetone I'm really in the streets with it (five ton jack) Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack With the acetone, ooh Rico press it back Took a .40 out his one, and it's jumpin' back Five hunnid racks on a whole pack Bad bitch on the road 'bout to run it back Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?) Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's (leggo!) Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's (hello?) Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's (leggo!) Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack You ever jumped out on a nigga block Ya heard me and just been like, "Ay who the big dog is?" I'm gettin' 'em whole, I'm gettin' the load They come off a plane, they come off a boat The eighteen wheeler pull up on the low, beep! Back it back into the zone, beep! Pager we hit like a phone (hello?) Text message I settle it wrong Text something your nigga be gone He ain't on the connect that I'm strong I send a hit and the pressure be on Ridin' in Bentleys mind your business I'm the business, we in the building Breadwinner, boss material Breadcrumbs, not with the cereal Real one when I look in the mirror Dope in the pot here makin' a miracle Hold on boo don't get hysterical We in the gutter, shit'll be scary That's the new scary, I am not scary You are not fresh, what are you wearing? When I get dressed people are staring Think what you want, I am not caring Tell my lil' hoe, "I don't mind sharing" She keep it solid, movin' in silence Every time, a lil' hearin' impaired Nobody perfect we understand Balled a case, gave her some bands She hold a sack, thumbin' through that I hit from the back, I make her tap Pullin' her hair, we in the trap All of the jury seen her naked Still servin' whilst I'm flexing Shirt off and I'm sexy Skrrt off in the Lexus Straight raw, I'm a legend Gold MAC-911 Rap talk, I'm a veteran Cookin' a brick and I'm makin' a steal I got it cooling right in the kit Food boomin' right in the trenches New booty give me your digits Stick and dick all of your kidneys New jewelry really ridiculous New coupe removable ceilings Two scoop, nigga we drippin' Ice movin' all of my digits Bitch bad booty got dippers Fuck her face, or do you got pimples Dump her off, she live in a demo Migo call, tell him to send her Roadside, surface deliver Rolls Royce, shitting on niggas No choice, force me to kill 'em My swag, you cannot mimic This high, I'm really livin' Truth be told, I'm one of them niggas Truth be told, I shot a few niggas I'm a trophy, I'm in the city Trap spot, we goin' digi Push button, punish your witness Kush comin' in a few minutes Say they dead hey why you pretendin'? Wasn't for me, you wouldn't be livin' Pull up outside, hop out and finish I'm really winnin', standin' up tension Make a decision, how we gon' fix it? Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Five ton jack With the metal box Breadwinners stamp Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack Fourth quarter pressure Breadwinners stamp With the metal box Five ton jack Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a bunch of P's Cell phone ring that's another hunnid G's Asian out in Cali 'bout to send a ton of P's Show me where I hated on a nigga before (ayo look) (Is you just not tunin' into this?) Every nigga that ever came 'round me be a brother, nigga? (Luca Brasi Three, yuh hear of it? Ayy) Yuh heard me? (I appreciate your loyalty) I appreciate your loyalty (And I'm a Breadwinner) (I'm mafia material, you could believe that)
Writer(s): Marcellus Gates, William Gaskins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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