BreadWinning ft. PxlMz Lyrics

I said mama I'm breadwinning

I can't stop goin' til the feds get me

Hit 'em with a FN, go until there's nothin' left in me

I don't do pretending so you better put respect in me

Everybody left and now they all fuckin dead to me

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store

But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show

I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole?

I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap

Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back

My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap

And Bxndit he a stoner, turn a opp into another pack

I be grinding everyday I'm tryna pull in the all bucks

You say I'm doing way too much cuz you ain't doing that enough

You sittin' on yo ass and got no bag while lookin' broke as fuck

And once the Honda scratch, the choppa blast so now you outta luck

When y'all say y'all takin Ps, it's because you poppin' percs

But when I say I'm taking Ps it's cuz I'm robbin all his work

And everybody call me Squeeze, that action put you on a shirt

Said what happened when they freeze? My lil heater go berserk (Ah)

Better listen closely, drop the pistol slowly

It's ring around the rosie how we circle you with 40's

I run this shit like mosby, and bag it up like groceries

These hoes be actin nosy, ask yo bitch I bet she know me

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store

But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show

I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole

I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap

Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back

My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap

And Bxndit he a stoner turn a opp into another pack

I said momma I'm a breadwinner, bagchaser, sprinting to the money

I said momma I'm a trendsetter, look at how they love me

I said momma I'm a rockstar, so you know I keep an axe

Like a hatchet, keep a ratchet fuck with me I let it blast

It's kinda funny you were talking on me saying I was broke

But when I set you up to rob you, I could only cop a coke

I'm a treat you like a 3.5 if you really want the smoke

You know me and Squeezy, we high, while yo ashes up on the flo'

If you really want a battle that shit turn to a catastrophe

Trying to fuckin master me

Then you gon' be embarrassed when you practically decaying

Like you were a fuckin cavity

I'm making hits and bringing the fam like I'm David Cassidy

If you want the gas then I'm a grab a match and create casualties

Casually, you aint passin'me

The Gods gave me a staff and so everything I craft a masterpiece

I'm a breadwinner bitch I got salary

He got the gas so I just went and copped a pack from Squeeze

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store

But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show

I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole

I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap

Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back

My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap

And Bxndit he a stoner turn a opp into another pack