BREAD - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Yo, let’s get some fucking bread

Yo' ass got taxed, leaked for that pack

I’m running off instead

These niggas talking all that yap

They might talk off yo head

V2 been walking on these tracks, he might walk off his leg

Mama, I’m sorry, I ain’t heard a word that you said

Bitches in the party, my girl said; "Bring yo' ass to bed"

Money on her body, and my top cup bitch filled up with red

And I been listening to her rhyme

Even V2 tweaking off them meds

[Verse]

My wrist gon hit the lotto, new bad bitch like mix mulatto

I geek so hard, my eyes close

They get stuck wake up in Cabo

Slatt, Hispanic plug named Pablo

He get bricks sent out like pronto

Swear to god these niggas been broke so damn long it’s like they motto

Yeah I’m with Harry, hop out in that black truck eating Roscoe’s

Too much serve em bullets, if he act up like it’s Cosco

Yeah and up with lil Goopie, stay on bully bitch this not yours

We crush them chips like nachos

Choppa shell sum shit like tacos

Yeah, It’s been that B like fuck yo’ set

You hate me, that’s tough, I guess

We spin that V till nothings left

You counting up all yo problems, I count up all my checks

No comment, there’s no problem, these niggas know I’m the best

They wanna give me my flowers

It’s all good cuz’ I ain’t stressed

This scat pack shit got power

Shit take off might break yo neck

This new choppa tilted towers

6 hour came with a vest

Told my slime the world was ours

Been ours twin through the best, yah

Had to take a couple Ls, two Ls turn to a W

Once you fail, you gon' prevail, then niggas fake don’t fuck with you

I been number 1 this whole damn time, that V just number 2

I been tryna get at her whole time

Now she don’t fuck with dude

It’s too late I been winning, got mine, she got too comfortable

V2 went and captured his hoe shine cuz’ it’s been fuck the scoop, damn