Dolph said it best, “real bosses don’t talk we just sit bacc and listen” 


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STFU

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yuh) (Let’s go) (BRrrrra) (Pow)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Nah!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Brrr!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Skrrt!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Out!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 1]
Big dawg, no bark, just bite (Grrrah)
AR got a beam, bring it out at night (Night!)
Off the Wock’, now my vision turnin’ red (Sip)
Hit a lick, count bread while she givin’ head (Slurp!)
Bitch I'm lit, fuck the opps, fuck the law (Fuck!)
Runnin’ through these packs like I’m Marshawn (Beast!)
Cartier frames, I don’t see no threat (Nah)
Keep a Glock tucked close like a pet (Boom!)
Niggas talk, but they never gon’ slide (Never)
Catch him lackin’ in his whip, he gon’ die (Dead!)
Big clip, make a bitch niga fold (Fold!)
Heart cold, fuck around and snatch your soul (Gone!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Tucked!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Stupid!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (Drop!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Shake!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Flip!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Verse 2]
Ain’t no cap, I’m the flame to this gas (Burn!)
Switch the flow, hit the pedal, do the dash (Zoom!)
All these thotties tryna fuck me off the name (Facts!)
I just fuck ‘em, never love ‘em — that’s the game (Game!)
Send a shot, then reload, then I chill (Bang!)
Drop a body, smoke a blunt, then I feel (Woo!)
Never fold, never told, that's my code (Code!)
Fuck a deal, I want millions on the road (Bitch!)
Wrist froze, that’s a glacier on my arm (Ice!)
When I pull up, bring the thunder, bring the storm (Storm!)
Fuck a opp, leave his name on the news (Rrah!)
Pistol singin' like it dropped a R&B tune (Pow!)

[Chorus]
I stay locked in, got my Glock in (Boom!)
Run up on me, stupid bitch, you not win (Gone!)
100 rounds, make a fuck niga drop (BRrrra!)
Left his body twitchin’ like he got shocked (Ugh!)
That's your hoe? Bitch, I flipped her with my bro (Facts!)
Tag-team, then we dipped her out the door (Skrrt!)
I stay iced, VV's glowin’ on my chest (Ice!)
Fuck a vest, hit his neck, now he rest (Dead!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Snakes in the grass get cut, bitch) (Pow!) (Yuh)

Locked In [Prod. PMO Music]

Bread6aby-Get Active.

Cypher 360 unleashes his final form in a dark, melodic trap anthem forged in cosmic wrath and villain swagger. Floating between ambient chaos and aggressive bounce, he dismantles clones, critics, and digital ops with venom-laced bars and futuristic cadence. Layered with Travis Scott–style echoes, chopped FX, and a cinematic beat switch, this is ascension music for the chosen — no alliances, no mercy, just destruction.



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Bread6aby Born in New Haven Connecticut moved to Atlanta Ga at 8 determined to be Him in every aspect lost both of his parents lost year… This year is personal!

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