[Intro]

Yeah

[Chorus]

If it ain't about the bread, it ain’t concernin' me

I'm like a journalist, I got a plug that’s down in Germany

They never heard of this, fly like a plane without the turbulence

You movin' todelous, load up a beat and try to murder it

They tryna treat it like a race but it's a tournament

The bitch was curvin' me and now she fuckin', that's for certainly

Them youngins runnin' in that crib committin' burglary

End up dead, might chop a nigga head off, call it purgery

[Verse]

She paid the bread and sit up like a bed because it’s surgery

That nigga lame, he said hе from the land, I’ve nevеr heard of him

Anywhere I lay my mark, just know it's permanent

Threw a puz but it ain’t get the land because the shoulder lent

I know respect not given to you so I'm earnin' it

The whip, I'm turnin’ it, she tryna fuck while she the fertilous

Not to curb a bitch and every obstacle I'm hurdlin'

This 'za, I'm servin' it, you tryna cop then hit me urgently

[Chorus]

If it ain't about the bread, it ain't concernin' me

I'm like a journalist, I got a plug that's down in Germany

They never heard of this, fly like a plane without the turbulence

You movin' todelous, load up a beat and try to murder it

They tryna treat it like a race but it's a tournament

The bitch was curvin' me and now she fuckin', that's for certainly

Them youngins runnin' in that crib committin' burglary

End up dead, might chop a nigga head off, call it purgery