Video Bread Runner de Ajwhatspoppin 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ajwhatspoppin - Bread Runner Lyrics

[Intro]
Know how I get on this motherfucker

[Chorus]
How many times you came back, bitchin' bout the same one, but fuck it, I was there for ya?
3 A.M., I'm fuckin' up both lungs, I don't got no care for ya
I hate when the bitch call up my cell phone, think I'm live but really she dead to me
Bentley got two frog eyes, all in my passenger, I got the head from her
All out the mix, I don't want no ties, but you dead wrong thinkin' you gettin' bread from me
Too geeked up, I'm fried, but I ain't playin', I ain't hear what you said, homie
And I know a couple folks who just can't fit in with my kind, they scarеd to go fed' on me
Beat thе back, got the bag comin', real tone shit, bread runner

[Refrain]
Took the racks out, told the lil' bitch she could keep it
I got three hundred pending for a feature, man, bitch wouldn't believe it (Believe it)
Told the lil' bitch, "I work hard for this shit, I'm conceited"
I had to pop shit, I ain't mean it
Drug addict, she tweakin'
Money come hot, but it's cold every season

[Chorus]
How many times you came back, bitchin' bout the same one, but fuck it, I was there for ya?
3 A.M., I'm fuckin' up both lungs, I don't got no care for ya
I hate when the bitch call up my cell phone, think I'm live but really she dead to me
Bentley got two frog eyes, all in my passenger, I got the head from her
All out the mix, I don't want no ties, but you dead wrong thinkin' you gettin' bread from me
Too geeked up, I'm fried, but I ain't playin', I ain't hear what you said, homie
And I know a couple folks who just can't fit in with my kind, they scared to go fed' on me
Beat the back, got the bag comin', real tone shit, bread runner
[Verse]
Real shit, she a neck donor
Poppin' them pills and shit
Boy, you a bitch, ain't talk with your chest, don't it?
Tommi on 808s, killed this shit
Arguin' and shit, but the bitch love when I get behind the shit
Thinkin' she mine and shit
Nah, for real, bitch, I was just lyin' and shit
Wastin' your time and shit
Long live all of my brothers, pourin' out lines and shit
Tryin' not to cry and shit
Got slimes in the trap like bees, no hive and shit
Drugs be fuckin' up my mind and shit
Can't come through too hard, bitch know she fine and shit
Countin' them racks through the backdoor
Know we got straps like the task force
Fuck on that bitch, hit a backstroke

[Refrain]
Took the racks out, told the lil' bitch she could keep it
I got three hundred pending for a feature, man, bitch wouldn't believe it (Believe it)
Told the lil' bitch, "I work hard for this shit, I'm conceited"
I had to pop shit, I ain't mean it
Drug addict, she tweakin'
Money come hot, but it's cold every season
[Chorus]
How many times you came back, bitchin' bout the same one, but fuck it, I was there for ya?
3 A.M., I'm fuckin' up both lungs, I don't got no care for ya
I hate when the bitch call up my cell phone, think I'm live but really she dead to me
Bentley got two frog eyes, all in my passenger, I got the head from her
All out the mix, I don't want no ties, but you dead wrong thinkin' you gettin' bread from me
Too geeked up, I'm fried, but I ain't playin', I ain't hear what you said, homie
And I know a couple folks who just can't fit in with my kind, they scared to go fed' on me
Beat the back, got the bag comin', real tone shit, bread runner