#Please #Dont #Approach!

[Intro]
(GloryTee)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I want the bread, I want the loaf (I want the loaf)
That nigga dead, he on the floor (He on the floor)
Smokin' on meds, please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Smokin on meds, 'til I can float ('Til I can float)
Yeah, that's yo' thot, but she wet 'cause of me bro (Woah)
I'm out my head, please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Please don't approach (Please don't approach)
She out her mind, she want three for a coat

[Verse]
I just want the mind, then you gotta go
Call up my slime, I need the joke
You better watch yo' behind, you never know
Why you toting that nine, if you never blow?
When I was nine, I knew I would blow
Fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch, I ain't sellin' my soul
Yeah, she givin' top, got me curlin' my toes
Too many thots, too many hoes
Bitch I got too many guap, too many poles
Bitch I got too many, and I'm fightin' these demons, got two in me
Bitch I cannot fuck wit you, 'cause you envy
Yeah, bitch I get high like a bird
I'm ballin' hard like [?]
Hit up my nigga, like, “Bro what's the word?”
Bro what's the word? (Bro what's the word?)
Bro what's the word?
I'm teachin' niggas, like, “Where is your work”
I just walked in
I get high, fuck it, I be walking
Scam a nigga like, “What is yo' login?”
And I be high as fuck stuck, Steve Hawkins
And I'm flexin' on niggas, Steve Austin
They like, “Siyah, how you keep evolving?”
Cold in the air, I'm hot, defrosting
Lil' I'm bitch I'm codeine high
Please do not run up on me, you gon' float like a yacht
We finna leave that boy red
You textin' her phone
She leave you on read, lil' nigga like, "Why"
'Cause she in my bed
And lil' nigga like, “Why am I not gettin' bread?”
Most of these niggas be spies
Fuck 'bout the feds
You ain't better than I
She wanna see me tonight
Gettin' too old, don't wanna fight (Yeah, yeah)
I get the dough, lil' bitch I might (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I want the bread, I want the loaf (I want the loaf)
That nigga dead, he on the floor (He on the floor)
Smokin' on meds, please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Smokin on meds, 'til I can float ('Til I can float)
Yeah, that's yo' thot, but she wet 'cause of me bro (Woah)
I'm out my head, please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Please don't approach (Please don't approach)
Please don't approach (Please don't approach)
She out her mind, she want three for a coat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Outro]
I'm out my head, please don't approach
I'm out my head, please don't approach
Yeah, yeah, yeah