[Intro]
Bread Winner samurai
I ain't want no beef with you, I know how to handle mine
(Damn E, this shit exclusive)
Tell me who finna die
I don't talk bout shit, you look like Bread Winner samurai

[Verse]
Gang station frequently I'm at it
Black rubber bands how I stack it
Addict, smell it through the plastic
Pull up on bikes and get at us
Just had told my trap girl
Everything for to Grammy
Tap a bag, hey what's happenin
Bae circle back for some baggies
Gangsta shit I'm with that
Name be rangin got status
Drop a bag on yo lil bitch ass
Nuts be hangin with active
Watch I let the roof down
Coupe, I'm in panoramic
Bitch I'm with can't chew her food down
Threw her back on them addies
Chain swangin, bucket hatted when passin' thеm up in traffic
Tatted bad, look when I'm actin I'm swaggin' all on the camеra
Push the button-
Change the channel then quickly remove the panel
A picture worth a thousand words, I ain't ran through to cap shit
Metric ton a thousand birds, major weight I can handle
Talking over n***as heads, too many not understanding
Stuff it in the wall, re-fabric resew the mattress
Jumping out the gym with the wrists doing gymnastics
Hit it with the blender for n***a feel like I'm taxin'
She just got her body did, body kit on the Camry
Pull up by the body shop, tell her come get dismantled
Pull her hair, hit her from the back, throw that dick in her bladder
Gangsta and a gentleman, humble when out in public
As long as you respectful, won't demonstrate if you bump me
Accident forgiveness, clip in the glizzy full coverage
Respectfully disrespectful, my pants saggin I'm thuggin
Play with me, somebody die
Yea that's how I handle mine
Bun on top my shit I look like Bread Winner samurai
Snub nose up close in person, know it's MC Hammer time
Detox my liver and my kidney, milk thistle and dandelion
New Camaros parked in front the duplexes on Brandywine
The generator just ran out of gas, we under candle light
MAC-11, just like Florida Evans, this bitch dynomite
Having us a good time in the project with that China White
I ain't got no beef out here, I know how to cancel mine
You ain't with it, stay inside
Me? I'm gon' handle mine
Everybody wanna be a gangsta 'til they family die
Bun on top your shit, you look like Bread Winner samurai
[Chorus]
Bread Winner samurai
Bun on top your shit, you look like Bread Winner samurai
Bread Winner samurai
Bun on top your shit, you look like Bread Winner samurai
Samurai, look like Bread Winner Samurai (Bread Winner samurai)
Bun on top your shit, you look like Bread Winner samurai
Bread Winner Samurai (Bread Winner samurai)