Boosie Badazz, WHATUPRG, Mozzy, B Will - Big Bread lyrics

My uncle cooked crack on the west end
Tried to take his life twice
Jesus stepped in

My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead)
I'm tryna win my bro a, a perfect ten
It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (yeah)
Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend
Nigga came to the city and he checked in
(Bitch)
Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ten
I know smokers with some dead friends
If the devil come knocking, don't let him in
When I pull up
It's a red on red Christmas Benz
Say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in
Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap
And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack
Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat
It's your mammy and your daddy
That's who made a rat
Mr shoot through your windshield
Mr rolling up a ten pill
Mr go and get your kid killed
I grew up in the 90's, nigga it's been real
All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill

I had to go put in work for the block
Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
I had dope in my socks
Put them knots in the box
Pray for the day that my get popped
We some foreign slidin' niggas
Big bread winners have you ever seen a bitch
Drop draws in a minute?
Lil bitch, we them niggas what they mad for?
Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho

Just to go and get your kin killed
Live your life, get your money
Rep your dead friends (Bleek)
Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in
(With me)
Little ghost, man I make the best (yeah)
Boosie boys like the Detroit free lil' Ralo
All them niggas off the west end
Grind nigga
Get your red on red Christmas Benz
Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch
Make her talk about it
Don't rap back, kill that nigga
Now you really
They need to make a hearse for these niggas
Put a skirt on these niggas
That's how they talk, a nigga
My nigga is walking down 28
Judge gave him 3 for 1, we don't never play
We on that weed
Yes indeed puttin' it in their face
(yeah, nigga)
Back on it, like we back sellin' 28
Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin
Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga
Man

I had to go put in work for the block
Before them thirty, I rocked with the stock
I had dope in my socks
Put them knots in the box
Pray for the day that my get popped
We some foreign slidin' niggas
Big bread winners have you ever seen a bitch
Drop draws in a minute?
Lil bitch, we them niggas what they mad for?
Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho

Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him
Send the killers by
Pray his momma watch him die
That's how I feel about it
But bitch, I still abide
The resume is impeccable, we solidified
I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide
Ain't never stood over humans
Them niggas living lies
Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside
My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55
They slip and slide
We gon' slide before we slip
'Cause we done slipped too many times
My niggas died behind this shit (yeah)
On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick
'Cause, I know if them people catch me
I'ma die inside the Benz

I put dope inside spots
Had hoes selling twat
Bust a Rollie down with rocks
Put extendos in Glocks i put it on your top
Don't be playing with my cash
We ain't jumping on the stand
We gon' lay in niggas grass
Yeah, the feds on my ass
So, I gotta move smart
We got pounds of the gas
That don't mean I gotta fart
Bust down with all glass
You could see me from afar
Put your hands on me, nigga
I'll put your ass apart
Read my nigga paperwork
That shit broke a nigga heart
I done ran my paper up, pussy boy
Let's go to war handcuffs on my wrist
I can still see the scars
Now, it's 60 on wrist, free
My niggas in the yard, nigga