Broke bread Yung Keeta

Yeah, ha
Yeah, ha

[Chorus]
Brodie broke bread then the bread came back
Can't get ahead you can check my stats
Heard a broke boy laugh don't joke like that
Heard a broke boy talk he get choked like that
I go to places can't nobody go
I go to places can't nobody see
If I want you to know then I bet that you know
Promise to god that she noticing me
You get left in the past you not focusing on me
I let that bitch know I got places to me
Know that I rock with Glock on me
Talkin' on me then he ain't gonna leave

[Verse 1]
Damn, bitch quick
Know that I rock with that hit stick
Fucking that bitch fucking up on her lipstick
I don't need a plan, I know I get rich quick
Not like a rich kid
Not like a rich prick
I'm with a rich bitch
She getting rich dick
Bro tried to fuck off a perc give him limp dick
Fuck 'bout the boy I don't care boy you simpin'
That cash bitch I gotta have it
Countin' up everyday feel like a addict, yeah
Bitch came straight from a pageant like yeah
Want it you can get it you can have it like yeah
I purple the cup I'm sipping her mud
I purple the bitch from smackin' her butt
My brodie said he wanna make it just trust
This bitch gon' lie she fakin' just hush
She just wanna fuck
Like baby I know what you want
I want it yeah hop on the truck, yeah
But once I'm done you gon' be gone
Always she gon get what she want
Bro need a bitch he been out on a hunt
Dickhead bitch your friend is a cunt
Bought another pack bitch you a runt
I had to stack up my rackies I stack 'em tall
Now you comin' back to ball
I gotta go out to Cali for like two weeks but I'm coming back for ya'll
Uh, yeah yeah
Uh
What he say?
What he say? Wait hold on