BreadWinner Lyrics

My killer go by hitman yea he keep a suit on em'

He think he shiesty hollows put a fucking boot on em'

I'm a breadwinner gettin' to them crutons

Faggot ass nigga we call that nigga a fruiton

Okay, I'm piped up in this bitch, give a fuck bout what you think

They say that money change a nigga but shit I'm still the same

She said my dick taste like some chicken, bitch I just had some raisin canes

I had to supercharge the base, nigga I'm bouta switch some lanes

Why you cuffin' on a freak? man you know that shit be lame

Nigga if you ain't talkin racks, get the fuck from by my face

I put that shit on everyday lil nigga better watch yo bae

I'm pullin' out them fucking racks I might just take her on a date

Never cuff a fucking bitch, man don't attack my name to shit!

I was born a fucking dog nigga I'm savage like a pit

Coolin' with these fucking racks yea I stay up out the mix

Coolin' with these fucking racks cause you niggas like to snitch

Niggas claim they RR but they ain't really fucking rich

This a hellcat pussy nigga not no fucking ZO6

He flexin' all them fucking racks lil nigga I might just hit a lick

All these fucking racks, niggas thought I did a glitch