Break Bread Lyrics - Yuri Joness

[Intro] 

Oh, oh 

It's trap season 

[Chorus] 

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit 

Break bread with my niggas, now we lit 

I just need a cold hundred on my wrist 

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip 

Yo girl with me in the six 

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick 

I don't ever break bread with a bitch 

Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss 

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[Verse 1] 

What you talkin' bout, I'm getting money now 

I ain't flexin', I'm just trying to get my momma out 

I found another route, already mapped it out 

Tell the club owner I'ma get him another couch 

Two-tone on my wrist, that's a bust down 

Bottle service every time we in the club now 

Why you creepin' into this section? 

You not allowed 

Niggas fight over pussy that we just pass around 

I get money from another world, Jimmy Neutron 

Go support your baby mother, she sleep on a futon 

I ain't nothing like these other niggas, don't compare me 

And they done put me in a booth and now it's getting scary 

No co-signs, fuck a feature, I'ma get it on my own 

Baby, I ain't trying to see it, just leave me the fuck alone 

Niggas shootin' up in the club, I'm going prone 

You ain't got enough money so you can't take her home 

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[Chorus] 

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit 

Break bread with my niggas, now we lit 

I just need a cold hundred on my wrist 

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip 

Yo girl with me in the six 

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick 

I don't ever break bread with a bitch 

Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss 

[Verse 2] 

Get some head and make a track, hit two birds with one stone 

That boy ain't with the shits, he just talkin' out his dome 

Told my momma that I'ma get her a million dollar home 

So I can smoke in the crib, ain't gotta hear her tone 

What you doin', girl? Let me interrupt your plans 

And why you pressed 'cause I ain't comment on your Instagram? 

And I support the hustle but no I am not a fan 

Ain't gotta front for nobody, this shit's just who I am 

I know the money is comin', the hunger just made me want it 

My first influence was the trap and so I went to an onion 

Too many bitches up in the spot, I can't breathe 

And all these winners up in my circle, she can't lead 

Yeah, hood nigga but I party like a rockstar 

Happy to say I've never been inside a cop car 

Switchin' them lanes in that new GT-R 

Go ahead and try it, I don't think you're gonna get far 

[Chorus] 

I want the finer things, I ain't have shit 

Break bread with my niggas, now we lit 

I just need a cold hundred on my wrist 

Chauffeur, I ain't even got a whip 

Yo girl with me in the six 

I'ma have to show her how to ride stick 

I don't ever break bread with a bitch 

Niggas throwin' shots but they always miss 

[Outro] 

It's trap season, bruh