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stickz (150) - bread lyrics

[intro: grizzy & stickz]
swear down, moremoney produced this?
tryna get bread with my bredrins
i’ll cut man and cut the tension
straight offence, we ain’t doin’ no fencin’
ghosty
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna-tryna get
tryna get bread-bread-bread

[chorus: grizzy]
what a lovely one, she wants the wood
said i’m fly just like thomas cook
heard my new songs and they wanted hooks
so we’re just tryna cheff like i want to cook
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread-bread-bread
what a lovely one, she wants the wood
said i’m fly just like thomas cook
heard my new songs and they wanted hooks
so we’re just tryna cheff like i want to cook
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread-bread-bread

[verse 1: grizzy]
if you ain’t gettin’ bread then you’re not my bredrin
in the trap with jack and daniel
even though that it’s not my beverage
splash for the bands, i’m not pretendin’
i got the juice, i got the beverage
i got it too, better respect it
bro got him in his front and back
through his canada goose, tryna get an appendix
dome might get him
spill him in two, half a lemon
heard he got slapped with loads of seeds
now he’s lookin’ like a watermelon
i was tryna be the richest juve’
tryna have the biggest stack
piffest gyal with the biggest booty
now they wanna watch me, it’s a movie

[verse 2: stickz]
gun buss down with the ruler
thing on my hip like a f-ckin’ hula
i would’ve jeeted my gyal sooner
but word on the block, she smell like tuna
unknown caller
one of my scrum got a drop on a baller
only one hustler on this corner
if we ain’t bros, you ain’t gettin’ a warner
lil bro-bro done a mad ting
with one glove, he’s michael jackson
buck five-o, i’m the captain
split him in two like i’m doin’ a fraction
race to the cash then
run through thots, i might overlap them
don’t talk too much when i smack them
said she want wood from the front and back end

[verse 3: stickz]
if i got intentions
no tweet or mention
i’ll cut man and cut the tension
straight offence, we ain’t doin’ no fencin’
i don’t par with the talkers
gyal get opened and shared like walkers
them boy chips, they already got salted
snot nose yutes can’t hang with the cool kids
and t’ugs who i cool with
i know what a fool is
say you’re in the field, don’t know where the ball is
i hit beats, don’t need no chorus
drillin’ and juggin’
rock in the pot, can you smell what i’m cookin’?
gyal on my phone, no woodin’
send me some nudes, let me see how it’s lookin’

[verse 4: grizzy]
i was gettin’ food from a yardie man
’til one day, his bro got whacked
feelin’ like hus when i drop these bricks of bud
nearly broke my back
i don’t even know this yute
but he said he’s bro so i know it’s that
i ain’t gotta wait ’til thursday
everyday ting’s gonna throw it back
she wanna roll, step with a t’ug
she left them yutes, better with us
tryna give man ‘uck in the getaway truck
she talks a lot so i give her the c-ck
it was ‘015 in south 15 i was pebblin’ up
my young bull on smoke
just jumped on road tryna get him a buzz

[chorus: grizzy]
what a lovely one, she wants the wood (swear down, moremoney produced this?)
said i’m fly just like thomas cook
heard my new songs and they wanted hooks
so we’re just tryna cheff like i want to cook (ghosty)
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread with my bredrins
tryna get bread-bread-bread

- stickz 150 lyrics

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