paroles de chanson BreadWinning (feat. PxlMz) - Squeezy feat. PxlMz

I said mama I'm breadwinning
I can't stop goin' til the feds get me
Hit 'em with a FN, go until there's nothin' left in me
I don't do pretending so you better put respect in me
Everybody left and now they all fuckin dead to me

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store
But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show
I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole?
I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap
Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back
My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap
And Bxndit he a stoner, turn a opp into another pack

I be grinding everyday I'm tryna pull in the all bucks
You say I'm doing way too much cuz you ain't doing that enough
You sittin' on yo ass and got no bag while lookin' broke as fuck
And once the Honda scratch, the choppa blast so now you outta luck

When y'all say y'all takin Ps, it's because you poppin' percs
But when I say I'm taking Ps it's cuz I'm robbin all his work
And everybody call me Squeeze, that action put you on a shirt
Said what happened when they freeze? My lil heater go berserk (Ah)

Better listen closely, drop the pistol slowly
It's ring around the rosie how we circle you with 40's
I run this shit like mosby, and bag it up like groceries
These hoes be actin nosy, ask yo bitch I bet she know me

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store
But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show
I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole
I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap
Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back
My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap
And Bxndit he a stoner turn a opp into another pack

I said momma I'm a breadwinner, bagchaser, sprinting to the money
I said momma I'm a trendsetter, look at how they love me
I said momma I'm a rockstar, so you know I keep an axe
Like a hatchet, keep a ratchet fuck with me I let it blast

It's kinda funny you were talking on me saying I was broke
But when I set you up to rob you, I could only cop a coke
I'm a treat you like a 3.5 if you really want the smoke
You know me and Squeezy, we high, while yo ashes up on the flo'

If you really want a battle that shit turn to a catastrophe
Trying to fuckin master me
Then you gon' be embarrassed when you practically decaying
Like you were a fuckin cavity
I'm making hits and bringing the fam like I'm David Cassidy
If you want the gas then I'm a grab a match and create casualties
Casually, you aint passin'me
The Gods gave me a staff and so everything I craft a masterpiece
I'm a breadwinner bitch I got salary
He got the gas so I just went and copped a pack from Squeeze

Couple dollars in my hand when I walk into the store
But I got almost 40 bands up in my pocket at the show
I got the 30s in my hand, is it the percs or is it the pole
I feel abandoned pop the xan cuz I got nowhere else to go

I got nowhere else to go, shakin guns like it's soda, pop his fuckin cap
Shit I might be Yoda how my saber break her fuckin back
My 40 got a boner how the stick be stretching in my lap
And Bxndit he a stoner turn a opp into another pack