Bread Winners Lyrics by YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay
[Intro – YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay]
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, gang, gang
B—h, grrah, pow, pow, pow
Yeah, whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, gang, gang
I ain’t never breaking bread with her
Gang s–t
[Hook/Chorus – YBN Almighty Jay]
Take a b—h from the strip, to the bed
Make that hoe give me head, but I ain’t never breaking bread with her “I ain’t never breaking bread with her”
N—-s lame, they want beef with the gang
Tryna diss YBN ’cause they know we some bread winners “’cause they know we some bread winners”
Bread getter, double flip it, that’s a bread day “gang, gang”
Head getter, she gon’ suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b—h, and let my mans get her
No new n—-s ’cause these n—-s be some pretenders “gang”
[Verse 1 – YBN Nahmir]
Yo’ man a head giver, I’m a led giver
I f—-d yo’ b—h, so I gotta let my mans hit her “grrrah, pow, pow, pow”
30 clip in the stick if her mans with her “gang”
So yo’ b—h let me f–k ’cause my chain bigger “huh?”
You say you get stacks, I’ma double that “I’ma double that”
I spin a n—a block, and then I double back “on my mama”
Them n—-s know me like the house on the dead-end “on the dead-end”
Well after track that, we used to make bread end “ayy, ayy”
[Verse 2 – YBN Almighty Jay]
Like a n—a with a cane, I bring that stick out “grrah, bang”
Hit her hard from the back, It d–n near blew my hip out “yeah, yeah”
Talking s–t, the Glock a linebacker, how them bullets blitz out
Had ’em scared in the streets like he in the movie Get Out “b—h, gang”
Gang, broke a-s n—-s, get yo’ funds up “get yo’ funds up”
How yo’ n—-s shooters? Boy, they need to get they guns up “need to get they guns up”
Yeah, my main b—h a stripper, told that hoe to get her 1’s up “b—h, get yo’ 1’s up”
Gang banging n—-s up in church with them guns tucked “gang, grrah, bang”
[Verse 3 – YBN Nahmir]
Bounce out with them t—–s, d–n near knock a n—a block down “grrah”
Chicken, chicken, chicken, yeah, a n—a getting guap now “pow, pow, pow, pow”
You need to get yo’ b—h ‘fore that b—h get piped down “b—h”
Christian LB’s, only shoes that I rock now “on my mama, ayy, ayy”
You tryna f–k a b—h that I been f—-d “I been f—-d, n—a”
The whole team hit, she done got ducked
Don’t chase a b—h, only thing that I chase is paper “gang”
This money in my jeans, got me balling like the Lakers
[Verse 4 – YBN Almighty Jay]
My chain shine brighter than a light strip “lane, lane”
Gave a hundred to the waiter, n—a, that’s a light tip, balling “balling”
That’s why my old b—h is stalking “you stupid b—h”
YBN the Dream Team, money balls like Spalding “gang, gang”
I just wanna f–k, don’t wanna cuff you, b—h, I’m sorry
Scratched her name off the list, and the b—h won’t stop calling
Poked a hole in my condom, b—h try to put me on Maury “hell nah”
I ain’t dumb, b—h, drop the top on the ‘Rari “skrrt, skrrt, gang, gang”
[Hook/Chorus – YBN Almighty Jay]
Take a b—h from the strip, to the bed
Make that hoe give me head, but I ain’t never breaking bread with her “I ain’t never breaking bread with her”
N—-s lame, they want beef with the gang
Tryna diss YBN ’cause they know we some bread winners “’cause they know we some bread winners”
Bread getter, double flip it, that’s a bread day “gang, gang”
Head getter, she gon’ suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b—h, and let my mans get her
No new n—-s ’cause these n—-s be some pretenders “gang”
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