Hands Off My Bread

Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead
Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead
No one here is ready for the Breaddi (for the Breaddi)
Coasting here cuz my life is still steady (still steady)
I got everything I need already (already)
Moving on to fame better make sure that I’m ready (that I’m ready)
By eating a baguette
Then hop onto my jet
Just got myself a pet
And I never lost a bet
I still put butter on my toast
That’s the stuff I like the most
And I don’t try to ever host
Because I’d rather be engrossed
Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead
Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead
How does this bread taste so fucking good?
Makes other shit taste like wood
I looked right over as she stood
Stole your bitch you know I would
I be eating gucci biscuit
And my side dish be some brisket
When I make cake you know I whisk it
When selling toast I never risk it
And don’t put your hands on my bread
Eat it with a butter spread
Getting cozy in my bed
You heard exactly what I said
Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead
Get your hands off my bread
Pop some xans, get some head
Read your plans, I’m mislead
Too much xans, now I’m dead