Breakfast Lyrics

Chip in the Riz like cookie
Blue tracksuit like Tookie
Say hi to the opp next door
Dun know they came with the Wookie
If it ain't pull up and smoke
Dun know it's pull up and jookie
Should've went work, went trap
Don't know why you wanna go bookie

Yeah
Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast
Yeah
I break it down like Tetris
Whoa
So when man ah enter, dem ah exit
But she a thot
But still when I enter, she ah flex it

Ting on my wrist and it's looking all clean
They're on piss and my shit steam
Splurt's on the strip with the something that's mean
Could've been local, could've been me
Could've been tuna, could've been ACE
These corners ain't no social place
If I come with the wapper then I'm aiming for face
If I hear he's got food then man are saying grace
Gyal ah arch up her back like she's tying shoelace, nakes
6:30
Caught him on his ones and I did him dirty
Boot off door, me nuh inna turn key
Forget dem boy cuh they're nuttin' like me
See me in the cut with the something by me
Neighbours watching, dem ah love pree
Am I selling food? Bitch, I might be

Chip in the Riz like cookie
Blue tracksuit like Tookie
Say hi to the opp next door
Dun know they came with the Wookie
If it ain't pull up and smoke
Dun know it's pull up and jookie
Should've went work, went trap
Don't know why you wanna go bookie

Yeah
Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast
Yeah
I break it down like Tetris
Whoa
So when man ah enter, dem ah exit
But she a thot
But still when I enter, she ah flex it

You chase girls that we diss, you're a waste yout
2 2 [?] kweff like Beirut
Come to your block on a bike like [?]
Baseball bat in my hand like I'm Babe Ruth
Gyal give brain with her mouth and a grapefruit
I just get brain in her mouth, I don't stay there
She was too washed with her mouth, she can stay there
I could care less, real talk, she was great too
Tizzy Gang, Lewi to the 6 is a great crew
One sixteen to his head, that's flatline
Full sixteen in my clip, that's flat top
And I rock shows when I show up with the crack rock
Me and Max Mad spray crud and we back talk
You'll get dipped, I don't wanna hear back talk
Niggas end up on the ropes and they backtrack
Tre write bars with a gun and a padlock
Wh-whoa, new one-liner
Jump in your girl dick first and wine her
Man ah talk Tinder, you was on Grindr
I was doing business, me and J Binder
Came with the charge pack and we got cro too
Shut down Radar, it's feeling like '02
Shut down Rinse and it's feeling like Sting now
You owe me for the flow, I don't owe you
Niggas don't know you but they know Tre
You just know Queen, you don't know kway
I'm a real life hellboy like Klay
Fam, you don't do those things, just spray
Niggas don't rate you but they rate me
I don't even rate them, life of a G
Kick down doors, don't fight for the key
Break 'nuff law, bring knife in the street

Chip in the Riz like cookie
Blue tracksuit like Tookie
Say hi to the opp next door
Dun know they came with the Wookie
If it ain't pull up and smoke
Dun know it's pull up and jookie
Should've went work, went trap
Don't know why you wanna go bookie

Yeah
Man are tryna make gwop before breakfast
Yeah
I break it down like Tetris
Whoa
So when man ah enter, dem ah exit
But she a thot
But still when I enter, she ah flex it