GET YO BREAD UP! ft. MBRK, JustViGi & Zai Lyrics

Yeah, I wake up and hate what I produce

Not passing boof's, I pass the truth

So all these niggas cuttin' through

The yoppa yap with aptitude

My vocab massive, amplitude

Got a choppa, aim at you

Your face, contort you sneeze

Achoo

That's cute

I'm in her rump

My shit goin crazy, Bro look what I've done

Really I keep a stick like a drum-er

Yea, she bottom heavy like subwoofers

Heh a plugg like summrs

Make these niggas suffer

They stayin' under

When I finesse my way to the top

Say he face my K but he not

Keep hollows (Holos) but not no Pokémon

Y'all trippin' off the sg mob

I'm on that time like Kali Ma, hah

My lyrics mockin' songs

They hoppin' on my cosmic dong

They hit the bong, I write (Right) my wrongs

Okay I'm back to rhymin'

Not surprisin', like horizon

Line em up, not talkin barber like a taper

Cuz I'm in the fucking cut

Try me, see a 9 is in your face gon' fuck you up

Yo girl handle business like a vac

She really suckin' up

Whip be all black cause I'm muhfuckin' racist

Me the gang we gon' pull up and fuck on yo bitch

And she lovin' and askin' for mo' on the basis

Shawty she actin like trisha, no paytas

Bitch, like a octopus

She suckin' dick like a platypus

Talking on SGM can't discuss

Pussy boy making such a fuss

Pussy boy you's just a fuckboy

You talking yo shit, look like malfoy

And you ain't got no bitches, no play boy

And I ain't tryna talk to you soy boy

I pull a, I pull a blade

Me and the boys we coming like a raid

He shiverin' cause I'm boutta throw a nade'

My choppa boutta give a boy a fade

Yeah, bitch I go back in time like a reverse

And I'm looking at you I'm gon' observe

The way that I'm rappin', You'd think that Vigi got a hard verse

Fade that boy up like them muhfuckin' barbers

I pull out a blade like so

I'm rappin' sum heat like Mo

You fuckin wit me like no

I fuck her when I say so

Broke ass nigga on dick, for the last time bitch go get yo' bread up

He not big on the sticks I'll send one hit

One guy, that nigga got foreign Berettas

Feeling perc keep ya head up

He talkin' like he got cheese

But the money depletin' in seconds he already fed up

Bah, finna aim at ya sweater, uh

You ain't moving, wait (Weight)

My choppa it's sweet uh, mix it with some cake, yuh

Feel like MBRK, Cuz' my shit pop pop, with a k

17 new shot-shots to the brain

18 at your papa and yo' maid

Damn nigga what did you say? ah

You say you finna pop out with a blicky, a mag a suppresso espresso

These bullets cut deep in ya foot in the velcro

I think you understand the memo

2 twin glocks to the face

Headshot to his dome

Now that nigga asking what's the date

My block monochrome, shootin' bullets I ain't care bout a race

Sendin' shoots at yo spleen

You pussy boy talkin' lean

I'm fucking witcho' bitch she saying I'm mean

Talkin' like a star and I'm not talking keem

Drop my name bitch and its straight kankan

Imma use da method wit a Glock, straght blam-blam

Drop my name lil bitch, there gon' be sum static

If you talkin' on stumble, then this Glock gon be ecstatic

This semi gon' be tucked, on my hands be automatic

Cause this ak on my hands it gon get real traumatic