Jay Spayd - Whole Lotta Breadd Lyrics

Yeah
Let's go
Uh
Big body Benz 'member I used to be dusty
Shout out nigga Redd we catch a opp em bullets bustin
Got a lotta red Christian Loubs are looking bloody
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
Nigga said I'd be dead but he never touched me
I'm getting head I'm ahead of you fucken junkies
Bring her friends, make amends, bitches looking busty
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
I'm bakin and makin dough
It's the bread I talk about in every flow
With this drip I be feeling the envy though
Full of shit while I fill up my envelope
To the streets I'm a hero, I got no cape
To the trenches they make sure I got a Drac'
I been humble it's time that I pop a snake
Got no reason to beef cause I got no stakes
I still carry my gun, paranoid
I got so much green, corraloid
I don't want no pictures I am annoyed
I'm just loaded on percs and cannabinoids
Had a .26 I was 16
I'm ahead of my time I got big dreams
The opps got away, I was still keen so we still walked em down on the 5th street
Everyday it's a mission, impossible
Plan a murder for weeks this shit culpable
With my ego I'm really unstoppable
Fuck your gun and your corny ass constable
Adderall got me focused, I made an album, I ain't dropping that shit that is really seldom
Imma tell em we pushing P, imma sell em so much weed, in the safe it's a fucken a salad
In a Uber, hotbox it's a fucken oven and we summon the bullies, we fucken stubborn
Imma run em and squash em then imma gun em, this shit common it's daily just like a bundle
Get your ass up and chase it, I also did it, influencers, I promise you'll also hit it
We all human it's really an easy mission, send that dm, you'll start and you'll fucken finish
Big body Benz 'member I used to be dusty
Shout out nigga Redd we catch a opp em bullets bustin
Got a lotta red Christian Loubs are looking bloody
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
Nigga said I'd be dead but he never touched me
I'm getting head I'm ahead of you fucken junkies
Bring her friends, make amends, bitches looking busty
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty

Yeah
Let's go
Uh
Big body Benz 'member I used to be dusty
Shout out nigga Redd we catch a opp em bullets bustin
Got a lotta red Christian Loubs are looking bloody
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
Nigga said I'd be dead but he never touched me
I'm getting head I'm ahead of you fucken junkies
Bring her friends, make amends, bitches looking busty
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
I'm bakin and makin dough
It's the bread I talk about in every flow
With this drip I be feeling the envy though
Full of shit while I fill up my envelope
To the streets I'm a hero, I got no cape
To the trenches they make sure I got a Drac'
I been humble it's time that I pop a snake
Got no reason to beef cause I got no stakes
I still carry my gun, paranoid
I got so much green, corraloid
I don't want no pictures I am annoyed
I'm just loaded on percs and cannabinoids
Had a .26 I was 16
I'm ahead of my time I got big dreams
The opps got away, I was still keen so we still walked em down on the 5th street
Everyday it's a mission, impossible
Plan a murder for weeks this shit culpable
With my ego I'm really unstoppable
Fuck your gun and your corny ass constable
Adderall got me focused, I made an album, I ain't dropping that shit that is really seldom
Imma tell em we pushing P, imma sell em so much weed, in the safe it's a fucken a salad
In a Uber, hotbox it's a fucken oven and we summon the bullies, we fucken stubborn
Imma run em and squash em then imma gun em, this shit common it's daily just like a bundle
Get your ass up and chase it, I also did it, influencers, I promise you'll also hit it
We all human it's really an easy mission, send that dm, you'll start and you'll fucken finish
Big body Benz 'member I used to be dusty
Shout out nigga Redd we catch a opp em bullets bustin
Got a lotta red Christian Loubs are looking bloody
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty
Nigga said I'd be dead but he never touched me
I'm getting head I'm ahead of you fucken junkies
Bring her friends, make amends, bitches looking busty
Lotta bread, make no sense how we never crusty