[Lyric] Mr. Bread Show (Mr. Bread)

[Verse 1]
What is you talking' bout?
I'm sliding through, bringing guns to yo' mama house
I got this bad bitch, but she not poppin' out
I got a new one, and she finna top me now
I'm in a Mazi now, no paparazzi now
'Cause I'm not big and I don't got a following now
I had a falling out with some my brothers
Shit don't affect me, 'cause bitch I'm still stuntin'
To you she the world, but to me that bitch nothin'
I hit his face, put the Glock in his stomach
Nah, its too late kid, there's no time for running
Now run me yo' pockets, 'fore I get to bustin'

[Verse 2]
Hi welcome back, you're the first guest on the Mr. Bread Show
Bitch I'm counting bread loafs
Put that on the deadlocs
Can't talk to no bitch that teeth look like egg yolks
'Cause they yellow
I walk right up to yo' girl, I say hello
I take her out to a night in the ghetto
Then I drop her off because I' a good fellow
Or fella
I took his girl, now he lookin' mad jealous
Fuck this beat shit, I'ma go acapella
'Cause young Mr. Bread white as shit like vanilla
[Verse 3]
Pardon me, got a bad bitch whippin' in a Odyssey
Bitch straight gossiping, talking bout astrology
Shut the fuck, bitch I'm tryna roll this broccoli
Bitch get off of me
Why you so fond of me?
So what you cute, but you not even hot to me
She steady bother me
Calling me constantly
She tryna recreate shit from pornography
She just a thot to me
I find it comedy
I don't fuck groupies, nah hoe, that's my policy
Gotta be smart for me
Come with some modesty
I like philosophy
Bitch, I read Socrates