[ Featuring Xavier Wulf ]
Yeah
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be f*ckin' with meds
The cops still want us dead, this Glock, get one to head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be f*ckin' with meds
The cops still want us dead, this Glock, get one to head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Gettin' jumped, this shit too sweet, your paper loose leaf
I kept a pump and an Uzi before you knew me
Bullshit aside, my life a movie, this shit not new to me
Chrisean rocks bustin' out the face, this shit look blue to me
I never stop, I keep gettin' this guap, I ain't been home in weeks
That's why the streets rockin' with you tough, you on a song with me
These rappers played out, Midas work-work minimum wage now
And I rolled my joint so fat, look like I'm burnin' sage now
Since the playground, I been havin' these bitches faced down
Hit the road, comin' back and forth, that bitch a greyhound
That nigga told, money on his top, now that's the wave now
He broke the code, if you in a stand up, nigga, you gotta get laid down
Forever I'm gettin' this bread (yeah), forever I'm gettin' this bread (yeah)
Connects like I'm in the feds (mm-mm), no X, be f*ckin' with meds (no)
The cops still want us dead (let go), this Glock, get one to head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' this bread
Connects like I'm in the feds, no X, be f*ckin' with meds
The cops still want us dead, this Glock, get one to head
Forever I'm gettin' this bread, forever I'm gettin' it
Pull up and get it, I'm witty, we witty, my nigga, let's get it, I beat 'em for sure (hope, nigga)
One in the head before I go hop in the bed, this 7.62 got a scope (hope)
Hard on the bitch, I'm go hard on the ho, gorilla pimp all that I know (hope)
Stackin' my bread, these pussy-ass niggas be scared, they know we up on the score (hope, nigga)
Hundreds and fifties on booty and titties, I'm lit in the city, I stand on a ho
I'ma keep lettin' it go, forever and ever, this shit on the floor
She with the clique and no one know, we be linkin' on the low
Pop out the car, they took my coat, bitch, I'm rich, that's how shit go
Pull up in spot, I got him, I had to go pop, I'm sick of the talkin', but he finna stop (hope)
Runnin' from nothin', this choppa be dumpin', wherever I see him, then he gettin' shot (hope)
Stack it and flip it, I wanna see digits, my nigga no kiddin', put money on the top (hope, nigga)
Show me the check, I'm comin' correct, blue hundred, pink fifties, my rubber band knot
