Bread Lord - Intellectual

[Intro]

Lil Breaddi!

Ay! Ay ay!

Yuh!

[Verse 1]

Damn, I got all this bread

Glock in my car buddy I ain’t dead

Butter on my bread and you know I spread

All this competition gotta get ahead like wow

Boutta go and buy a baguette right now

Pull up with a stick and you know I go pow

Eat too much bread and my stomach goes ow

Climbing to the top, then I go and take a bow

I don’t give a fuck who you talk to (Cunt!)

Cause I also texting other bitches too

You know that I pull up with some home brew

Brought some board games, we be playing Clue

[Hook]

I don’t give a damn that you’re over here

And you know I’m all up in another tier

And I’m looking down like a sightseer

Writing all these lyrics you can call me fuckin’ Shakespeare

[Chorus]

Why send dick pics when you can send bread pics

When I’m with your bitch, we be chilling watching Netflix

Praying to my Bread Lord, we don't need no triple six

Center of a tootsie pop only took me 10 licks

You know I sling bread to your fitted bitch

All these hatin’ people causing conflicts

Got some bread and pudding, boutta hella mix

Spending all my cash on some hot damn Supreme Bricks

[Verse 2]

Damn, I’m not tryna get any sourdough puss

Saw a cat with boots boutta go and name him Puss

Saw your new girl and she got a little puss-y

Eating bread all day all night as I know you could see (Bread!)

Feeling supernatural like ascension from the gods

Eatin’ bread from the heavens I don’t need no box

Got leftover bread and I feed it to my dogs

Writing on the walls, got you connecting the dots

Chances of you pulling one are naan-existent

When I make these bangers you know they’re consistent

You know when I eat that bread I stay persistent

When you have fame like me you need an assistant