RXK Nephew - Bread Crumbs lyrics

I got the glick back the fu*k up Don’t make it hot don’t act the fu*k up I’m booted right now b*tch don’t make me nervous Opp ni**a died, now they act like he innocent Judge gon slay me he know i ain't innocent The opps be pure, they blood be innocent See me in traffic! this ain't the internet Shawty keep callin’ like “bae where you at?” I got the grip back the fu*k up 6 ft distance, back the fu*k up Nobody move, nobody get hurt Drought in the hood nobody got percs Stuck in the trap she say “it won't work” Lick on my phone b*tch back the fu*k up! They waitin’ on me cause they know wassup Auntie be blessed when i pull up Back the fu*k up i got the deals Auntie get credit and pay me in pills Fake ass demons they know they ain't real I could look at a perc and tell it ain't real One look at a opp and know they ain't with it One look at the work auntie lip twitchin’ Back the fu*k up get the fu*k out the kitchen! Food stamps hit auntie like “come get it” Walk in that b*tch like “back the fu*k up!” Price drop down watch em act the fu*k up Juvenile clique back that ass up Play with me b*tch ima shoot yo ass up Look like we in philly with so many alleys Im on the bean ion fu*k with the addie’s Police ass ni**a talm bout drop a addy! Dirty ass ni**a from the east, scallywag! Bae be like “don’t come with yo gun” Baby mustve did the wrong drugs Two-tone tough not goin for none Ring look like they fried in bread crumbs Me and slither-her just came from cali Look like uncle buddy with the natty Beat up the pack like a bad step-daddy b*tch move like she ain't have no daddy *onomatopoeia* boom boom - boom Back the fu*k up! Bean kicked in, my heart start racin’ Adhd, neph don’t got patience fu*k my teacher she ain't teach me to trap! My science teacher ain't teach me to cook crack! Social studies ain't teach me bout that I’m the trap house christopher columbus ni**a! Walk in that b*tch like the crack creator Government said i’m dangerous for the feds Area 51 warrants on my head They said i look like bossie and killa kam Beat the work with a bat like marc did boosie In the hood like auntie black bread and hot-dogs 14 babies at the trap like (?) Roaches at the trap like (?) house Trap house look like bam house Side doors look like we sellin’ juleps Work taste like lime kiwi juleps I’m neil armstrong when im on a bean Think i walked on the moon when it was all in my head They said that the beans put holes in my head She like “stay off the beans” hell nah!!! I ain't mean to say it that loud but i mean it Back the fu*k up, glick leave you wet Head game good baby girl sell neck Glock hit his head we twist his dreads Embalming fluid on me like method man Baby girl think that she my momma Two years old i cursed out my momma Glick sound like a bald headed momma 30 shot make a b*tch dance to gazza