Bread Winner YUNG KITT KATT & HOODRAT SPICE

[Pre-Chorus: Sample]
You see the Luis bag, the Gucci on my tag
These thousands on a flash
After making it [?]
You know I make a lot of money
And I count a lot of money
Stacks on deck homie
We takin' nothing from it

[Chorus: Sample]
'Cause I'm a breadwinner (Winner)
Winner (Winner)
Winner (Winner)
Yay-ay, yay-ay, yay-ay-ay
Breadwinner (Winner)
Winner (Winner)
Winner (Winner)
Yay-ay, yay-ay, yay-ay-ay
I'm a breadwinner (Winner)

[Verse 1: Hoodrat Spice]
She ain't getting this
Testing on that eight
My bitch, she took like one
But boy, I took like three
Traphouse persuasion, my bean Caucasian
Only reason I ain't pop 'em off is probation
Now listen to me, son
I got more bars than Xanax
When I walk in through your hood
Y'all start to panic
I got a bad crew with me
And we packin' a punch
When we back to my crib
I'm like, "Y'all want some lunch?"
Now my goons locked up
'Cause they popped off for me
I don't accept collect calls, they'll be quite lonely
I hate to have to tell you that I don't fuck with your music
The beats you use are tryin' too hard
Your bars are fucking stupid, really fucking stupid (Stupid)
Not Gucci Mane stupid (Stupid)
Not ATL stupid (Stupid)
Bitch, you 'bout to get booted
I'm in my old hood and I'm slanging out these chickens
A long day of cooking now I'm out here tryna swish 'em