Bread Winners lyrics

[Intro: YBN Nahmir & YBN Almighty Jay]
Hoodzone Productions
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, gang, gang
b*tch, grrah, bow, bow, bow
Yeah, whatchu-whatchu, gang, gang
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, gang, gang
Take a b*tch from the—bread with her
Gang sh*t

[Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
Take a b*tch from the strip to the bed
Make that hoe give me head but I ain't never breakin' bread with her (I ain't never breakin' bread with her)
n*ggas 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 dinner (Gang, gang)
Head getter, she gon' suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b*tch then let my mans get her
No new n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas be some pretenders (Gang)

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
Your man a head giver, I'm a lead giver
I f*cked your b*tch so I gotta let my mans hit her (Grrah, bow, bow, bow)
Thirty clip in the stick if her mans with her (Gang)
Said your b*tch let me f*ck 'cause my chain bigger (huh?)
You say you get stacks, I'ma double that (I'ma double that)
I spin a n*gga block and then I double back (On my mama)
Them n*ggas know me like the house on the dead end (On the dead-end)
Boy, that's the trap that we used to make bread in
[Verse 2: YBN Almighty Jay]
Like a n*gga with a cane, I bring that stick out (Grrah, bang)
Hit her hard from the back, it damn near blew my hip out (Yeah, yeah)
Talkin' sh*t, the Glock a linebacker, how them bullets blitz out
Have him scared in the streets like he in the movie Get Out (b*tch)
Gang, broke ass n*ggas, get your funds up (Get your funds up)
How your n*ggas shooters? Boy, they need to get they guns up (Need to get they guns up)
Yeah, my main b*tch a stripper, told that hoe to get her ones up (b*tch, get your ones up)
Gang bangin' n*ggas up in church with them guns tucked (Gang, grrah, bang)

[Verse 3: YBN Nahmir]
Bounce out with them titties, damn near knocked a n*gga block down (Grrah)
Chicken, chicken, chicken, yeah, a n*gga gettin' guap now (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
You need to get your b*tch 'fore that b*tch get piped down (b*tch)
Christian LBs only shoes that I rock now (On my mama, ayy, ayy)
You tryna f*ck a b*tch that I been f*cked (I been f*cked, n*gga)
The whole team hit, she done got ducked
Don't chase a b*tch, only thing that I chase is paper (Gang)
This money in my jeans got me ballin' like the Lakers

[Verse 4: YBN Almighty Jay]
My chain shine brighter than a light strip (Bling, bling)
Gave a hundred to the waiter, n*gga, that's a light tip
Ballin' (Ballin'), that's why my old b*tches stalkin' (Stupid b*tch)
YBN the dream team, money balls like Spaldin' (Gang, gang)
I just wanna f*ck, don't wanna cuff you, b*tch, I'm sorry
Scratched her name off the list and the b*tch won't stop callin'
Poked a hole in my condom, b*tch tried to put me on Maury (Hell nah)
I ain't dumb, b*tch, drop the top on the Rari (Skrrt, skrrt, gang, gang)
[Chorus: YBN Almighty Jay]
Take a b*tch from the strip to the bed
Make that hoe give me head but I ain't never breakin' bread with her (I ain't never breakin' bread with her)
n*ggas 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 dinner (Gang, gang)
Head getter, she gon' suck it, she a head giver
One night with a b*tch then let my mans get her
No new n*ggas 'cause these n*ggas be some pretenders (Gang)