​bread on my head 2 lyrics

[Intro: wildkarduno]
Yeah, you know what the f*ck going on, n*gga

[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 n*gga cap, he get lowercased
And shout out the judge, she closed the case
That n*gga got cracked like a vase
(Brr) Yeah, we know that n*ggas ain't on sh*t
You know I'm a king, on my throne sh*t
I just got a Glock, two tone sh*t
Chasing the money, just leave me alone, sh*t
I'm on that making plays on my phone sh*t
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, n*gga, 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, n*gga, in the morning
n*ggas be under my posts, they be droning
I bet that sh*t don't phase me
You had a Glock, n*gga, why you tase me?
Street n*gga turned rat, you amaze me
Not grinding, n*gga, you is so lazy
In the trap cookin' dope, it get hazy
Sending you shots, you gon' duck, daisy
n*gga said he gon' rob me, crazy (n*ggas 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, n*gga, in my cup
I spot me a opp, then he really duck
We lay the n*gga down, we don't give a f*ck
These n*ggas be pussies, typers, actors
f*ck with the clones, yeah, them n*ggas hackers
I'm up in that field, n*gga, like the Packers
Can't f*ck with your gang 'cause you n*ggas lackers
I was always going up, now I'm going faster
Just shot your brother, he gon' need a pastor
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch and she really flattered
Top three in plugg sh*t, 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 n*gga a b*tch, won't run my fade
Finna cut up your brother, n*gga, with a blade
Finna bomb your block, n*gga, with a [?]
And I pour me a four in the Minute Maid
Your b*tch in the back and she gettin' laid (Fah, fah)