[Hook: Gucci Mane] I smoke weed for breakfast I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast 2 grams of molly breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast And I’m cookin' dope for breakfast I smoke weed for breakfast I drink lean for breakfast I take mollies, I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast Half a pound for breakfast 2 grams of molly breakfast A pint of lean for breakfast I got Collard Greens for breakfast
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Fine all my live for breakfast That serve that trick a lesson We on two different levels, Flock say he just came from Belgium My trap house right off Gresham I’m so god damn successful She ate my dick for dinner, then she ate mollies for breakfast Got a big booty bitch with some nice size titties Baby so fine gotta let her ride with me She the type of bitch get a 550$ You the type of bitch can’t get one penny Smoke seven fire blunts in one minute I ain’t finna eat no Denny's on Wendy's I show lotta brow gotta show lotta On flash o’s and the show got If the show slow up then I won’t get scared Pourin' lean so dark that it look like Henny It's breakfast time and y'all niggas come get it If you wanna go to war pussy nigga I’m with it I peeped it, you piece of shit Try to creep on a nigga I seen it Put a beam on a nigga for treason I kill a fuck nigga, no reason
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[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Pocket full of molly, sellin pounds out the window Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo Getting fronted by amigo, plus I got a hit single Motherfuck these niggas what the hell they sayin Crossed over still stay hood Steel top on my Phantom hood Can’t cook dope but a nigga shoot good Got your baby mama walking down my hardwood I just had 5 backwoods for breakfast 80 thousand dollars on a young nigga necklace We ain’t hit the club if them hoes ain’t naked Waka flocka flame cut throat and reckless Niggas throwin bands when they hear this record Pocket full of hunneds, don’t do no debits Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded Brick squad here, lames found the exit Smoking out the pound my nigga Where the fuck you from, throw yo hood up nigga Diamonds in my mouth, can’t do golds my nigga Shawty be bouncin back on a leather, keep it real chase cedar She gonn fuck for some red bottoms and a Givenchy sweater That ho ain’t shit, type of bitch to set me up PeeWee in the cut with the strap and the double cups You ain’t see him!
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[Verse 3: PeeWee LongWay] In the morning, I'm still geekin' Lickin Miley Cyrus for breakfast 3 bad bitches from the playboy mansion I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner Got pints double sealed in my refrigerator I pour mud up for breakfast Got a play, said he want a load of collard green Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King But not for breakfast nigga Me and Waka and Gucci just finessed a duck 4000 gas bags in a Bentley truck, We eat racks that’s how we get full If you're a rat then we got the semi auto full boy tuck your ice in That shit ain’t burr Can't you tell from the light A couple make this year, 2013 I tip, trynna call my whip Breakfast talking at the table counting up my chips Sippin on mud, drinking out the mug With a nigga Mrs boy I know he pissed Lean got me drifting, so this a workin shit One day ain’t gon' hurt you bitch Counting up racks is my breakfast bitch ? The molly on me bitch, the lean on me bitch Go ahead I’m with them eggs and grits!