"Breakfast" lyrics - BINO RIDEAUX

[Verse 1: Jeeezy]
Turn they back on me, I ain't even trip yea
We gone keep grinding like the fucking clips
Niggas yelling out they real, then be fake as shit
How you look me in my eyes and you telling lies
Let a bad bitch drive while I rub her thighs
We keep pulling up with sticks like we going blind
We then mmm niggas punching in on the goal line
I just spilt my whole cup fucking up my high
Weak bitches at the stu fucking up my vibe
How I feel about my niggas words can't describe
We be deep up in them trenches trying to stay alive
Yea once you cross that line, ain't no coming back
I might fuck that bitch once bet not get attached
Dior on my feet Gucci on my back
Like a bad ass kid shit don't even match

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Whoa
This that vibe, don't kill it
Take that bitch to breakfast in my hood she gotta feel it
I was one hundred with all them niggas
When they was kidding
Sippin drank like wheezy
In the coupe no ceilings
Pocket got a cashball in it
We been shopping where the white folks at
Trying to fit in
I'll do Gucci with the Dior
I ain't even tripping like that

[Verse 2: Bino Rideaux]
See I been sleeping through the day
Working night shift
Wish little bro could post the bail but he flight risk
They play my music videos in indictments
Fendi socks finna pull up on my overnight bitch
I love the Rollins and I love Pooh 'cause that's who made me
Talking bout my daughter when I put Gucci on my baby
Make her Wake up in the morning thinking bout me daily
And in my city niggas shooting
Ain't no fading, just let it bang him yea
Me and all my niggas on
We got ranking
Talking bout it's up We gone leave him planking
Big drake, but I let it spit like Dave East
Big chop singing like JoJo and K-Ci
My bitch go to college
Look like Raven Tracy
One fifty with the roof down like fuck a AC
I ain't hate them niggas shorty
Niggas hating me
Real nigga hard to face me
'Cause them niggas ain't me

[Chorus: Bino Rideaux]
Ah
This that vibe, don't kill it
They done did it perfect in my hood
She got it fitted
I went one hundred with all them niggas
When they was killing
Shit was dreds like wheezy
In the coop no sleep yea
Like it got a cab all in it
In the suburbs where the white folks at
Trying to fit in
I do Gucci with the Dior
I ain't even tripping about that

[Verse 3: BlueBucksClan DJ]
Mixing Gucci with Dior I don't trip none
Ming Prada with the Louis this shit getting fun
Nigga walking through the mall
I couldn't get none
Now I'm finna be my momma first rich son
This that breakfast in the hood come get some
Take a boogie Bitch to town tell her get some
Dice game on the porch bet I hit some
Buss clan just scored yea we really up
Half a pound in the club yea that's really us
They just said ain't no smoking, we just lit it up
When I shop if I like it, I just pick it up
Double S with the 'Venchy I don't give a fuck
Double R coming in behind a Bentley truck
Lot of grams in my wood ain't no skinny blunts
Lot of blues in my pocket I got plenty bucks
Want to hang with the clan get your benjis up

[Verse 4: Jeeezy]
With another nigga bitch finna live it up
Eating waffles in a foreign roll the window up
Spilling syrup on my pants in a Bentley truck (Goddamn)
Niggas hating niggas plotting we don't give a fuck (Nigga, nah)
Walking in the club, we don't need no IDs (Hell nah)
Black bitch high as fuck, she look Chinese (Look Chinese)
Drink a 5th to myself, yea don't mind me
Race it to a 40 piece nigga time me