Bread Head Lyrics – SahBabii
Long live the Demon, he gon’ come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Play it in the back of my head a couple times, see if I’m wrong
Spin this *** one more time, let’s see if they gone
Kick that front door in, check every room to see if they gone
I got *** on all of my guns, they ***, let’s see if they moan
When it’s time to dance on the battlefield, we leaving our phones
Don’t come outside with that fake gangster ***, leave it at home
Like a hurricane hit, whole bunch of bodies all up in my dome
The flunkies and the crash dummies be the first ones gone
He not a killer, it’s the drugs
Turn a *** block to a *** rug
You can’t hide in the city, we know every club
Slide on them ***, they bloody and ***
He got a hundred, he got a fifty
Run through boxes of bullets tryna fill up these ***
I might spin a block with him, then spin him, this *** get tricky
Long live the Demon, he gon’ come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
We don’t give no *** ’bout what they doing, so why they worried ’bout us?
Your mans was in the street, you wasn’t gangster, on the curb hollering
You said you bust who head? ***, who dead? We ain’t heard ’bout you
It’s gon’ be some *** coming behind that body, I’m droppin’ turds ’bout em
I’m ***’ this *** and spreadin’ them ass cheeks, that booty hole pink
*** riding keep gettin’ them niggas killed, I love when them hoes link
Blackout ’bout my bros, *** around, get a darker skin color
I only ride with niggas that’s tryna change your skin color
Yeah, bread on his head, tryna make a *** wonder
Sent the *** up to Zeus, he was out here playing with that thunder
When we pull up on them niggas, I’ma leave a *** puddle
And if a *** fold, that’s out of my control, you know?
Long live the Demon, he gon’ come back from the dead
I just pulled up to the bank, withdrawed some cash same price your head
Pull up on your block like I do locs and dye your dreads
I just caught a body-ody, four-five bullets thick like Meg
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
Bread head, bread head, bread head, ayy (Bread head)
