Bread N Butta JD On Tha Track (Ft. Borges & Calboy)

[Intro]
JD on the track

[Chorus: Calboy>]
I had some blood on my hands
I got some blood on my money
I put some bread on his head
My lil' shooter done got him some money
I said fuck nigga you had it comin'
I said fuck nigga you had it comin'
I felt bad had to pop at my cousin
Used to post on that block I been thuggin'
15 deep we ain't sleep in no bed
Me and bro on the floor with the covers
Come from nothin' was not under cover
Swear that pain be makin' me wonder
Dropped on me and I make that bitch stutter
Don't go losing your head for nothin'
I try hard for that bread and butter
I try hard for that bread and butter

[Verse 1: Calboy]
Ran up a whole hundred racks now I'm thumbin'
I did that shit for my mother
I did that shit for my brother
Think about pain and I pour up the mud
I got a dark cloud
I just be prayin' to god when will it be sunny
Not showin' no heart now
Most of these bitches be fried no I ain't no dummy
These niggas be buggin'
I never seen not a penny from none of you niggas when I ain't had nothin'
If I'm never showin' no love then none of these bitches would still be fuckin'
My shorty get wild, wild, wild
He pull up and shoot up the function
I got a glizzy might bust it
My shooter gon' get him a body
Damn, this shit get crazy we from the basement
Nigga just talkin' leave him on the pavement
I got a hundred round drum it go brazy
Yeah, yeah
We gettin' faded we gettin' wasted
Shit that I witnessed you probably couldn't take it
Gave her, her heart and I'm probably gon' break it