​bread on my head 2

[Intro: wildkarduno]
Yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga

[Verse 1: wildkarduno]
Bread on my head, come get the pay
Them shooters pop out, they find where you stay
Might do the Glock but I still tote the K
If that nigga cap, he get lowercased
And shout out the judge, she closed the case
That nigga got cracked like a vase
(Brr) Yeah, we know that niggas ain't on shit
You know I'm a king, on my throne shit
I just got a Glock, two tone shit
Chasing the money, just leave me alone, shit
I'm on that making plays on my phone shit
Call Smoke, he pop out with a MAC
You is not gang, boy, you need to relax (Gеt back)
(Brr) And them fifty rounds gon' make him run track
How you say you trappin? You ain't seen a rack
You ain't been in the fiеld 'til you see a rat
Cap rap, nigga, I don't condone it
Any gun that you have, man, I owned it
We was gon' slide on your block, we postponed it
Serving them birds, nigga, in the morning
Niggas be under my posts, they be droning
I bet that shit don't phase me
You had a Glock, nigga, why you tase me?
Street nigga turned rat, you amaze me
Not grinding, nigga, you is so lazy
In the trap cookin' dope, it get hazy
Sending you shots, you gon' duck, daisy
Nigga said he gon' rob me, crazy (Niggas crazy)

[Verse 2: squillo]
Grab the Glock, yeah, I load up
I crack me seal, yeah, I pour up
Said he got bread on my head, I'm like, "So what?"
And everywhere I go, yeah, I keep a pole tucked
I got the goose, nigga, in my cup
I spot me a opp, then he really duck
We lay the nigga down, we don't give a fuck
These niggas be pussies, typers, actors
Fuck with the clones, yeah, them niggas hackers
I'm up in that field, nigga, like the Packers
Can't fuck with your gang 'cause you niggas lackers
I was always going up, now I'm going faster
Just shot your brother, he gon' need a pastor
I'm fuckin' your bitch and she really flattered
Top three in plugg shit, I'm a master
Bread on my head, I keep a K
Them shooters pop out and find where you lay
Finna shoot up the spot right where you stay
That nigga a bitch, won't run my fade
Finna cut up your brother, nigga, with a blade
Finna bomb your block, nigga, with a [?]
And I pour me a four in the Minute Maid
Your bitch in the back and she gettin' laid (Fah, fah)