Breakfast

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast

I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast

Half a pound for breakfast, two 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 Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast

Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast

A pint of lean for breakfast, I got collard greens for breakfast

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Bitin' on my lip for breakfast, can't serve that trick unless...

We on two different levels, Flock said he just came from Belgium

My trap house right off Gresham, I'm so goddamn successful

She ate my dick for dinner then she ate my lips 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 gets an F550

You the type of bitch can't get one penny

Smoke 75 blunts in one minute

I ain't finna eat no Denny's or Wendy's

I sure ain't broke and I sure ain't friendly

I don't flash shows if the show got plenty

If the show a smorgasbord then I won't get skinny

Pour the 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, nigga, I seen it

Put a beam on a nigga for treason

I'll kill a fuck nigga, no reason

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame]

Pocket full of mollies, blow them pounds out the window

Diamond Cuban gold link chain cost a kilo

Get it 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 walkin' on my hardwood

Orange juice and five Backwoods for breakfast

80, 000 dollars on a young nigga necklace

Can't hit the club if them hoes ain't naked

Waka Flocka Flame is so damn reckless

Niggas puttin' bands on they head, just wreck it

Pocket full of hundreds, don't do no debit

Only smoke gas, you smoke unleaded

Brick Squad hittin' lanes, found the exit

Smoke another pound, my nigga

Where the fuck you from? Throw your 'hood up, nigga

Diamonds in my mouth, can't do golds, my nigga

Shorty be boozed, kicked back on the leather

Keep it real, chase cheddar

She'll fuck for some red-bottoms and a Givenchy sweater

That hoe ain't shit – type of bitch that set me up

PeeWee in the cut with a scrap and a double cup

She ain't see him...

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 3: PeeWee Longway]

In the morning I'm still geekin', lickin' Miley Cyrus for breakfast

Three bad bitches from the Playboy Mansion,

I'm PeeWee Longway Hefner

Got pink double-sealed in my refrigerator, I pour mud up for breakfast

Got a place, said he want a load of collard greens

Meet me on Metropolitan at the Burger King

Went out for breakfast, nigga, me and Waka and Gucci

Just finessed it up, $4, 000 gas, pass in a Bentley truck

We eat rats, that's how we get full

If you a rat, we got the semi-auto full, boy

Took your ice in, that shit, I ain't Bird

Catch a tail from the light I'll come and make this year

2013 I tip, tryna calm my whip

Rappers talkin' 'bout the table, countin' up my chips

Sippin' on mud, drinkin' out the mug

With a nigga misses, boy, I know he pissed

Lean got me trippin', is it workin'? Shit...

One day, I ain't gon' hurt you, bitch

Y'all know the rest, it's my breakfast, bitch

Trust me not, punk, fuck you, shit

Molly on me, bitch, the lean on me, bitch

Go ahead all with them hash and grits

[Hook]