[Verse 1]
Okay, I wake up every morning like "let's get this fuckin' bread"
I'm gon' chase that fuckin' bag while you still layin' down in bed
Bitches hittin' up my phone but I just leave them on read
These hoes stuck on me like my balls to the inside of my leg
Cuz I'm flexin'
I hop up on the beat and it's a blessin'
No question
Yeah all my fuckin' lyrics be perplexin'
Ya auntie hit my phone, she said her coochie needs inspection
But all I'm gonna do is show her my love and affection

[Verse 2]
Goddamn
I just be runnin' up bands
I took your girl and now we holding hands (Nice!)
She know I'm blowin' up fast
Now she keep trying to make me her mans (Okay)
All of these bitches upset
I'm ballin' hard like I play for the Jets (Wow!)
You know that I run the game
I'm pullin' strings like a marionette
Okay, I walk up in the party, all these bitches be starin'
I been runnin' up a check, I think that it's quite apparent
I'm a awkward young man, they call me Micheal Cera
But I could still get your bitch wet like just like we in the Sahara
I'm a smart guy
Baby spread those legs just like Apartheid
I can't lie
I got so much porn up in my archives
I'm just tryna beat my meat but I'm havin' a hard time
I think I got a virus and it's fuckin' up my hard drive
[Verse 3]
I ain't trippin'
I got all this Gap up on my body
Bitch I'm drippin'
Pull up to the Chili's with the gang
We ain't tippin'
I been cookin' up in the kitchen
Water whippin', makin' chicken, and you know it's finger lickin'
I said "Boy, you wanna free verse? Well, I give you a limerick"
Bitches hit my phone because they hear I got a skinny dick

[Noel Miller]
It's your boy, uh, skinny penis

[Verse 3 Continued]
I can't touch a girl because she look just like a guinea pig
I wanna drop a song but first I gotta fuckin' finish it

[Outro]
Let's get this bread, let's get this bread
I fuck your bitch, she gave me head
All on the bed
But then I think I heard her dad
And so I fled
Let's get this bread, let's get this bread
Let's get this bread
Let's get this mothafuckin' bread