Get Yo Bread Up (feat. Larry June) E

The-The Mechanics. Niggas don't want you to keep your head up. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Nigga, get your bread up. La-da-da, da-da-da-da. Shined up my shoes and jumped in my ride. Feelin' like a pimp doin' fifty-five in a Five-seven, clean as a reverend. LS3, so G, keep my engine revvin'. Hella heaven, you can't tell a legend. What? See what you don't know and won't know, Enjoy your beverage. Separate with separates, I'm Rich Paul and Maverick. Libra gang, so you know that I'm leveraged. I keep that black book with the black ink, You can tell them saints. Like I own a hundred thousand crispy crayons. I'm doin' donuts, the homies go nuts. See one dog in the town, nigga, we turn Up. Off that motherfuckin' E-four-oh, Mango Scotta. Nigga, we sip it out the bottle. I'm in the Bay for a day, let me Bubble this plate. And show you niggas how I Parlay. Niggas don't want you to keep your head Up. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Nigga, get your bread up. La-da-da, da-da-da-da. Double R from the O, I mean a long Time ago. He took me to the nine-eight block To the endo store. So I could make a Quick purchase and run it back. I'm on my silicone shit, spent ten, made back A hundred stacks. It's amazing how hustle in so Many ways. Count revenue streams in so many ways. We never watch the clock, so we don't know How many days. I'm the quarterback 'cause I got so many plays. Digitally fit, physically fit. Snoop Dogg and the Mechanics, nigga, this that shit. Bang that, bang that, bang, that slap. Make a nigga say, "Bring that back." Now do I like her or do I love Her? I put my shit in gear and burn Rubber. Spice 1 and Show Dog on the Zap, Mayne. You wouldn't know about it, nigga, It's a Bay thing. Dope era, beast mode. Candy paint, Zeniths, and Vogues. More deals to close, more bills to fold. Get your bread, homie, and stack that shit by The loads. Niggas don't want you to keep your Head up. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Nigga, get your bread up. Get your motherfuckin' money, mayne. Come on. Niggas don't want you to keep your Head up. Niggas always want you to keep your Head down, man. Fuck that, keep pushin'. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Nigga, get your bread up. Ayy, Snoop, what's that? La-da-da, G Magic chops, Orange juice and yachts. Prescription bottles, filled to the top. Filled with them rocks, the dope game. VIPs for sale, but we was blowin' shade. Now I'm onto bigger things, I like real estate. I like platinum on my wrist, I did that Today. I'm a smooth ass nigga with a pocket Full of cake. Larry, where you from? Bitch, I'm from the Bay. Dippin' and drippin', I keep it on me, I'm trippin'. Whole lotta women, they all say that I'm different. Fitted to my toes, I like bankrolls. Bitch, you need to speed it up, you know The bank finna close. A kick in the freezer, a.40 in the Stove. I cried in the trap when I lost Quinn Coleman. They don't wanna see me win, I Keep my head up. I'm goin' hard every day And never lettin' up. What's happenin'? Niggas don't want you to keep your Head up. Yeah, uh, yeah. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Larry. Nigga, get your bread up. Yeah. La-da-da, da-da-da-da. Niggas don't want you to keep your head up. Keep goin', my nigga. Fuck what they talkin' 'bout. Nigga, get your bread up. La-da-da, da-da-da-da. The Mechanics. Say, mayne. What you sippin' on? Oh, them Booty Juice? Off the cheesy. Say, mayne, I'm in the Bay for a day, Mayne. You know how we get it, mayne. Burn rubber. Rubber. Yeah.