Edotty - Forever Bready

BETTER THAN
ITS BETTER THAN
BETTER THAN FAM
ON THIS SHIT MAN YOU KNOW
LEMME TALK MY SHIT FOR THE PEOPLE REAL QUICK
FUCK BITCHES GET MONEY
YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK GOING ON
Bitch I love bread
Fuck it, shit went to my head
I'm on my
Wait run it- hollup
Bitch I love bready
My money been coming up steady
I'm on my cocky shit now
Like is ya ready
That back and forth shit really petty, like nigga just show me a thou
You don't get deady like us
Legs in the telly with us
She wanna quake for a hound
Throw up the F when I'm lit, I'm just letting em know
Like nigga you know the motto
Move like you deaf and get hit, do not fuck with the bro
He might cap you like a bottle
Nigga I'm back in this bitch and that money ain't low
Lookin like I won the lotto
I'm in the spot with my drip, yeah my fit is on glow
You know my stepping be auto
Niggas was M.I.A. back in the old days
Had to boss up and get out my old ways
I was geeking on heads with my old plays
I was doing them dirty like old trays
Now I'm stepping
It's Balenci my feet for the fashion
Hoe love the drip
Shot like Stephen
I love to win with a passion
I used to stretch out a 10 for the week
Now I'm flipping a 10 to a bill 'bout to tweak
I'm dropping bread on the stu in a streak
Cause my music ain't missing, my shit really geek
I need a mill to my name like I'm Meek
And I'm always gon' stay with the bucks like the Greek
When it's the money, don't try to move sneak
One false move might leave ya head with a leak
MAN DOWN GANG
Pour up some wock telling people it's medicine
Getting throat from this goat shit is heaven sent
Smack it down on her raw like we wrestling
I don't moan baby nah I yell out Better Than
Please do not ask the affiliation
F in the air, it ain't no mistaking
Fam be the generals, it's no debating
We been shitting on niggas, need sanitation
Go through a zip of the za with my homies
DEUCEYS
Who is this boy tryna cyph, nigga you not my brodie
Go smoke your block on your doley
Flexing that floater lil boy, you a phoney
ZAZA
Me and the guys get active nigga, you don't know me
Where all ya backends at nigga then show me
Bitch I love bread
Fuck it, shit went to my head
I'm on my
Wait run it- hollup
Bitch I love bready
My money been coming up steady
I'm on my cocky shit now
Like is ya ready
That back and forth shit really petty, like nigga just show me a thou
You don't get deady like us
Legs in the telly with us
She wanna quake for a hound
Throw up the F when I'm lit, I'm just letting em know
Like nigga you know the motto
Move like you deaf and get hit, do not fuck with the bro
He might cap you like a bottle
Nigga I'm back in this bitch and that money ain't low
Lookin like I won the lotto
I'm in the spot with my drip, yeah my fit is on glow
You know my stepping be auto

Written by:
Ethan Edmorin

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