[Chorus: PHresher]
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
[Verse 1: PHresher]
Shawty pop that pussy for a real real nigga
You be like I bet she won't, I bet she will-will nigga
Been in mansions, know the curtains Tommy Hil-Hilfiger
Damn my head so fuckin' big she call it Lil Bill nigga, shit
I just did a song with Eminem, you chewing M&M's
Heavy trap, they like him again, crazy riddlin'
Shotgun, it's a ten again, I got ten of them
Spice Girls, call off cinnamon, that's a synonym
All my bitches got that fatty and they all know who they daddy
My team winning check the tally, flyin' low, that's who the laddy
You's a ratta-tatta-tally, workin' for the federales
You want beef I call up Patty, that's my little automatic
If you snitching over there you gon' get stitches over here
Don't be blockin' like Ibaka, don't be blockin' like Odell
Hell no we cannot kick it, ain't no soccer over here
Let me put my heart in like a rocket over here, lil bitch
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
For that bread I go beast mode (beast mode)
[Verse 1: PHresher]
Shawty pop that pussy for a real real nigga
You be like I bet she won't, I bet she will-will nigga
Been in mansions, know the curtains Tommy Hil-Hilfiger
Damn my head so fuckin' big she call it Lil Bill nigga, shit
I just did a song with Eminem, you chewing M&M's
Heavy trap, they like him again, crazy riddlin'
Shotgun, it's a ten again, I got ten of them
Spice Girls, call off cinnamon, that's a synonym
All my bitches got that fatty and they all know who they daddy
My team winning check the tally, flyin' low, that's who the laddy
You's a ratta-tatta-tally, workin' for the federales
You want beef I call up Patty, that's my little automatic
If you snitching over there you gon' get stitches over here
Don't be blockin' like Ibaka, don't be blockin' like Odell
Hell no we cannot kick it, ain't no soccer over here
Let me put my heart in like a rocket over here, lil bitch
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