ShittyTrapBeats.com - Loaf on the Run (feat. F@ F@ the Cat & Cutter Sarc) Lyrics

Yeah
You can do anything you put your mind to
Except for touch my dad
'Cause I love my dad
I hope you know
'Cause I got one
Yeah I got one
Yeah
Big boy Loof up on the scene
When you look up "big" in the dictionary
You see me
Two definitions down, you see the rest of me
Comin' in from Lincoln
Doin' it real
Doin' it here, yeah
Big fat loaf
Slap you over the head with it
That's how I do it
Yeah
Givin' the world the finger, one bean at a time
Just a loaf on the run
Meat from a can three times a day, that's the Graham way
Just a loaf on the run
Got Churu now, no more kitty chow
Just a loaf on the run
Me and my bro, you gotta know how we do it
Two loaves on the run
Since 2013 I been runnin'
Since 2015 I been gummin'
All flap no crap no teeth no cap
Got your mom on my barbs and she hummin'
Got class like a caviar dinner
Got sass like a cavalier skinner
Fat wallet and loaf, honey I got both
Baby that's how you ball like a winner
My charms go hard leaving birds in your yard
All green no bean make ya big boy sing
Hard to get, you bet, shit's easy, no sweat
The Churu life full of hard times, naps and regret
But I'm still with it
Still in it
Still winning
Was a grape shaped loaf but now I'm thinnin'
Cause I got one (yeah)
Cause I got one
Givin' the world the finger, one bean at a time
Just a loaf on the run
Meat from a can three times a day, that's the Graham way
Just a loaf on the run
Got Churu now, no more kitty chow
Just a loaf on the run
Me and my bro, you gotta know how we do it
Two loaves on the run
From Lincoln with malice
Loof's rockin' the chalice
And if you look at me wrong
I smack your ass with the phallus
It's Fat Fat and he's on time
Biggest loaf, sickest rhyme
Fifteen pounds of gray and fat
Dug my way out from Lincoln and there's no way back
Got the baddest bitch, the baddest whip
Tobacco in the booth got the fattest lip
Gunnin' like a terror with the maddest clip
I'm here
Still sweer
All fear
Came out of prison with a new tear
I got the fat paw, grip it to win
I got a hundred million Churus to turn up my chin
I'm lookin' back, runnin' from the sound of the streets
I got a new home, mamma, with the high-thread sheets
Sometimes I stop and think about the life I led
But life's good in Arizona, I think I'll stay here instead
So don't worry Mom
Givin' the world the finger, one bean at a time
Just a loaf on the run
Meat from a can three times a day, that's the Graham way
Just a loaf on the run
Got Churu now, no more kitty chow
Just a loaf on the run
Me and my bro, you gotta know how we do it
Two loaves on the run
This is part one, part two comes when I'm finished eating
But you're always eating
And you're always bitchin' about something
Look, when is the next album gonna come out? We spent our whole paycheck on this studio session. I'm gonna take your cut out next time you order Doordash, anything to say about that?