BREAD OVER SUCKA SH!T lyrics

[Intro: Big Quis]
(Chuck on the beat)
Alright, n*ggas tighten up
Take them motherf*ckin' smiles off y'all faces
All them Eastside n*ggas 'bout to be in the building
I need y'all to bring all y'all motherf*ckin' ice out
I need y'all to bring all the motherf*ckin' whips out
It's time to prove once and for all that Westside winnin' 'round this b*tch

[Verse 1: Big Quis]
Foreign automobiles, put rings on the steering wheel
Wifey got lists that kill with blood up under her heels
Really should sue the club, I injured myself for real
Slippin' all on the floor from all the champagne I spilled
Killed n*ggas with bro, I loved 'em more than the dough
If the feds listen, I'm lyin', I swear to God I'm a ho
Saw my ex with a n*gga, I tried to stunt on 'em both
Pulled out all of my cash, my petty ass did the most
Mink causin' a blizzard, I'm an ignorant n*gga
Smack the blunt out your hand if I catch you smoking a Swisher
b*tch, it's backwards only, y'all gon' hold up your Rollie
Payroll, hold up your Rollie, tell your b*tch to come blow me
Dare you to run up on me, I keep me an F&N
Don't play with n*ggas who 'bout it, respect each other as men
Most my goons in the pen', I pray they free all my peeps
Shav booked me a show, told him send a hundred to Cheats
Send a hundred to Lucha, send a hundred to Jordan
Look out for who loved you, these strippers is not important
Hoes hop on your di*k when they see you hop in that foreign
Woke up to a complete damn stranger out of this morning
b*tch, what is your name? f*ck that, where is my chain?
Oh, it's inside my shoe, rich n*ggas, we all the same
Ride or die for my gang, we facin' our biggest task
Got twenty G's for the goons, I put that n*gga to rest
Mess with the sh*t talking, f*ck me or get to walkin'
I be slammin' my balls in hoes' mouth like Dominique Dawkins
All my n*ggas is bosses, you see this ice when we pose
You bangin' my opps' music, then f*ck it, you breakin' code
n*gga, you is a b*tch, I'd take your yaes off your nose
Got G's all in my pocket, got G's all on my clothes
Came with all of my G's, don't trust security at shows
Tired as hell at my condo for walking up on the floor
Smack the sh*t out a rapper for disrespectin' my bros
Don't pull your stack out on camera if it's skinny and nothin' to fold
Stunt wasn't a dissin', I ain't gon' say it no more
Me and your wife got secrets that I would never expose
Freshin' one of my hoes that I was in love with
Brung my lil' bro winnin', I can't even blame the b*tch
Treat my n*ggas like blood, got blood up under our kicks
Might know about a few murders, we keepin' that in the clique
Told my lil' n*gga Collin that we about to get rich
You icy, hold up your kicks, Westside up in this b*tch
[Interlude: Peezy]
Alright, alright, fellas
Tonight is the motherf*ckin' night, you know these Westside n*ggas comin' to the club
Bring all the racks out, get the jewelry cleaned off and wash all the cars
We finna ball on these ho-ass n*ggas

[Verse 2: Peezy]
I love the dope more than you know, more than these hoes
You love these hoes more than money, boy, get some self-control
We come from choppin' the rocks, trappin' in vacant homes
The five-star hotels, pullin' up in a Rolls
Royce, yeah, I'm the man around these parts of town
Had to spin my OT 'Cats 'cause ain't no dog around
Doggy ran off with a bag, we had to hawk him down
Seven hundred horses in the 'Cat, sh*t, I'm just horsin' 'round
n*gga, I don't indulge in petty conversations
You want a million in cash? I show you how to make it
None of my n*ggas no hoes, none of my b*tches basic
My diamonds all different colors, I swear I ain't a racist
Got 30K in my pocket in all different faces
I get respect 'round the globe, I'm known around the nation
And I don't cry about nothin', I leave that to the babies
Boy, take your broke ass home, you petty and you hatin'
I got more cheese in my pocket than you done ever made
If I pawn a chain, I'll get more than you ever saved
Y'all n*ggas hatin' on a player and y'all ain't never played
Them n*ggas stuck in they ways, that's why I parted ways
Yeah, I done made it out the streets and I'll never change
Got so much weight on my shoulder 'cause I keep buyin' chains
sh*t, I don't know what to drive, I bought too many cars
I done hit too many strippers, they bent me out the bars
I'm in an S560, you barely touch a fifty
Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me, I ain't never touched a giffy
Blew a hundred K a few times, I need a hundred milli'
Time to let these lil' n*ggas know who really run the city
Yeah
[Outro: Big Quis & Peezy]
You bum-ass n*ggas ain't did sh*t
I'll see y'all again next week
Yeah, I hear you, broke-ass n*gga
Have all your sh*t on next week, man, y'all n*ggas lookin' bad