Breakfast Lyrics - Trap God 2 - Gucci Mane

I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast 

I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast 

Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast 

A pint of lean for breakfast and I'm cookin' dope for breakfast 

I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast 

I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast 

Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast 

A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast 

Bitin' on my lip for breakfast, can't serve that trick unless... 

We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from Belgium 

My trap house right off Gresham, I'm so goddamn successful 

She ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips for breakfast 

Got a big booty bitch with some nice size titties 

Baby so fine, gotta let her ride with me 

She the type of bitch gets an F550 

You the type of bitch can't get one penny 

Smoke 75 blunts in one minute 

I ain't finna eat no Denny's or Wendy's 

I sure ain't broke and I sure ain't friendly 

I don't flash shows if the show got plenty 

If the show a smorgasbord then I won't get skinny 

Pour the lean so dark that it look like Henny 

It's breakfast time and y'all niggas come get it 

If you wanna go to war, pussy nigga I'm with it 

I peeped it, you piece of shit 

Try to creep on, nigga, I seen it 

Put a beam on a nigga for treason 

I'll kill a fuck nigga, no reason 

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Pocket full of mollies, blow them pounds out the window 

Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo 

Get it fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single 

Motherfuck these niggas, what the Hell they sayin'? 

Crossed over, still stay 'hood 

Steel top on my Phantom hood 

Can't cook dope but a nigga shoot good 

Got your baby mama walkin' on my hardwood 

Orange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast 

80, 000 dollars on a young nigga necklace 

Can't hit the club if them hoes ain't naked 

Waka Flocka Flame is so damn reckless 

Niggas puttin' bands on they head, just wreck it 

Pocket full of hundreds, don't do no debit 

Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded 

Brick Squad hittin' lanes, found the exit 

Smoke another pound, my nigga 

Where the fuck you from? Throw your 'hood up, nigga 

Diamonds in my mouth, can't do golds, my nigga 

Shorty be boozed, kicked back on the leather 

Keep it real, chase cheddar 

She'll fuck for some red-bottoms and a Givenchy sweater 

That hoe ain't shit - type of bitch that set me up 

PeeWee in the cut with a scrap and a double cup 

She ain't see him... 

In the morning I'm still geekin', lickin' Miley Cyrus for breakfast 

Three bad bitches from the Playboy Mansion, 

I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner 

Got pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I pour mud up for breakfast 

Got a place, said he want a load of collard greens 

Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King 

Went out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and Gucci 

Just finessed it up, $4, 000 gas, pass in a Bentley truck 

We eat rats, that's how we get full 

If you a rat, we got the semi-auto full, boy 

Took your ice in, that shit, I ain't Bird 

Catch a tail from the light I'll come and make this year 

2013 I tip, tryna calm my whip 

Rappers talkin' 'bout the table, countin' up my chips 

Sippin' on mud, drinkin' out the mug 

With a nigga misses, boy, I know he pissed 

Lean got me trippin', is it workin'? Shit... 

One day, I ain't gon' hurt you, bitch 

Y'all know the rest, it's my breakfast, bitch 

Trust me not, punk, fuck you, shit 

Molly on me, bitch, the lean on me, bitch 

Go ahead all with them hash and grits