Tuck – Bread Lyrics
Artist: Tuck
Song: Bread
[Yo, M20, where you at?
Gang, gang, gang, what?
[Run Dat Up, Rico
You know that we gettin’ that bread
If you diss then you holdin’ some led, bow, ba-ba
T’d up gang, n#gg#
Gang, gang, gang, gang
You know that we gettin’ that bread
If you diss then you holdin’ some led [What?
And I always got my mind on the green
I’ve been serving the fiends when I shoulda been in bed
See, you were on dates with a thot while I was in the trap with a pot, and it got to my head
And I don’t put sh#t on the ‘net, catch a opp on road, then he turn on the jets [He runnin’
Yeah, I take off like a rocket [Rocket
Why they hate on the gang? Just stop it [Stop
Why you think I got my mind on this guap?
Tryna add up this profit [Add it up
If you pull up to thе scene all black, looking Gothic
Guarantee sh#t gettin’ hеctic
Me and bro, yeah, we used to take hunts on the strip
Tryna take a n#gg# down for his necklace
Got his fiends callin’ early in the mornin’
I ain’t even get to eat breakfast
Dishin’ it out, you were probably snorin’
You can’t cuff these girls ’cause these girls be whorin’
Made a b#tch put a dick where her neck is
And I’m only tryna be where the cheque is
Ain’t ’bout dough, then, n#gg#, where your head at?
I was whippin’ it up in the trap, stepped out with 28 g’s in a bag
And his girl keeps callin’ my phone, she won’t leave me alone, swear to God she a nag
I’ll get sh#t done and say nothing, you the type to go everywhere and brag
I got nothin’ to prove but the way you stunt for that ho is just sad
Reppin’ the gang, might put on a flag [Gang
Chef it up, kinda feel like a cook
See, the thotties, they don’t see the work that it took
I’ve been learnin’ some sh#t you can’t find in a book
And these opps just act for the ‘net
When we catch ’em in person they movin’ all shook
‘Cause they know that n#gg#s been schemin’
They don’t wanna face off with a demon
They don’t wanna go eye-to-eye with a crook
You know that we gettin’ that bread
If you diss then you holdin’ some led [What?
And I always got my mind on the green
I’ve been serving the fiends when I shoulda been in bed
See, you were on dates with a thot while I was in the trap with a pot, and it got to my head
And I don’t put sh#t on the ‘net, catch a opp on road, then he turn on the jets [He runnin’
Yeah, I take off like a rocket [Rocket
Why they hate on the gang? Just stop it [Stop
Why you think I got my mind on this guap?
Tryna add up this profit [Add it up
If you pull up to the scene all black, looking Gothic
Guarantee sh#t gettin’ hectic [Gettin’ crazy
Me and bro, yeah, we used to take hunts on the strip
Tryna take a n#gg# down for his necklace
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Release Year: 2021