Lyrics Bread Head - SahBabii

Bread Head

Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do
I just caught a body I need four five bullets
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head
Played it in the back of my head couple times, see if I’m wrong
Spin this bitch one more time, let’s see if they gone
Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone
I got dicks on all of my guns, they pussy, let’s see if they moan
When it’s time to dash all up out the field, we leaving our phones
Don’t come outside with that fake gangster shit, leave it at home
Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome
The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first one gone
He not a killer, it’s the drugs
Turn a nigga block to a motherfucking run
You can’t hide in the city, we know every cut
Slide on them bitches, they bloody and shitty
He got a hundred, he got a fifty
Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these titties
I might spin a block with him then spin him, this shit get tricky
Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do
I just caught a body I need four five bullets
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head
We don’t give no fucks 'bout what they doing so why they worried 'bout us?
Your mans was in the street, you wasn’t gangster on the curve
You said you bust who head?
Nigga, who dead?
We ain’t heard 'bout you
It’s gon' be some shit coming out that body, I’m droppin' turds 'bout it
I’m fuckin' this bitch and spreadin' them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink
Dick riding keep gettin' them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link
Blackout fuck around get a darker skin color
I only ride with niggas that’s tryna change your skin color
Yeah, bread on his head tryna make a nigga wonder
Send a nigga up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder
When we pull up on them niggas, I’ma leave a fucking puddle
And if a nigga fold, that’s out of my control, you know
Long live to Demon, he gon' come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdraw some cash, same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do
I just caught a body I need four five bullets
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head
Bread head, bread head, bread head, bread head