Cassidy - Get That Bread lyrics

rate me

Yeah, the huslta'

Philly! Larsiny Family

(Apply Pressure)

I get that bread boy.

I'm a hustla for real

I get that bread boy.

I'm worth a couple a mil.

I get that bread boy.

So fuck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals.

I get that bread boy.

Yeah I'm a hustla for real

I get that bread boy.

I'm worth a couple a mil.

I get that bread boy.

So fuck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the fuck is the deal

When I pop the shotty, it got kick but it's not karate.

And when I snap you take shots like, I'm like paparazzi.

I'm from philly, yo my city it's a lotta bodies.

They murdaa like Irv Gotti they kamikaze.

Doin music is my life yo it's not a hobbie

I fell in love with hip-hop when I heard Loddy Doddy.

I'm like, I prolly could spit it and get money too.

Cause I'm slick like Rick and I'm fresh like Dougie too.

I'm not a dummy, never did what the dummies do.

So I had the mil to burn 'fore I turned 22.

I just threw the Mazzaratti on 22, inches

Cause just off interest my money grew.

I just turned 26, but I act my age.

I took care of all my bills, all my tax is paid.

I ain't a killa but I will the rachet blades.

I grab ya toasta and smoke ya like a bag a haze.

You don't behave like a gangsta, you artificial.

I spit like a colla co?, you a starta pistol.

It ain't hard to diss you, I gotta lot to say like

Acki wack, acki a rat, acki gay.

But what chu got to say, I'm killin the game.

My flow dope, this how da needle feel in ya vein.

I spit a dope 16 and you a dope fiend.

Straight comatose, you would prolly overdose.

You could tell when I was younger hung around the older folks.

I'm the illest rapper, it don't matter who sold the most.

Life short but it ain't over folks.

That's why every day I pray to the father, son, and the holy ghost.

Yeah I sold the coke, call me saint Nicholas

Cause on the strip I run through snow like it's christmas.

But chu ain't never flip a brick, you a hypocrite.

Chicks on my dick cause I'm young, pretty, and rich as shit.

I grabbed 4 and a half then I flipped this shit.

Now I'm a supplier like Merlo on the wire.

You not a trappa, you a pathological liar.

Get eat till ya teeth pull out with a pair of pliers.

Yeah I'm fire but chu can't throw water on me.

That's why ya wife and ya daughter on me.

I got change, but it ain't dimes, nickels, and quarters on me.

I got real cake, but chall niggas real fake.

Even though I'm real great, I still feel hate.

I might not got a grammy yet, but I'm still straight.

Cause I'm still in the hood so I feel good.

And I don't need security for me to feel safe.

I straight wish that I could make all you dudes that's takin up space go take my homies in jail place.

I call weed that I sell great.

It's sticky weed, with no sticks, no seeds, and it smell great.

And I ain't tryna have a cell mate.

But I'm grindin cause time money.

I ain't tryna be to hell late... EARLY.

I get that bread boy.

I'm a hustla for real

I get that bread boy.

I'm worth a couple a mil.

I get that bread boy.

So fuck how you feel. I ain't broke I sell coke and got a couple a deals.

I get that bread boy.

Yeah I'm a hustla for real

I get that bread boy.

I'm worth a couple a mil.

I get that bread boy.

So fuck how you feel. to get rich I hit the strip like what the fuck is the deal

I get that bread boy.