(Verse)
Everything cool til a n#gg# get the glicking
You was outside the club and they ain’t even let you get in
I’ll send b#tches in there that’ll have you bidding
Every street n#gg# first pistol was a f#cking lemon
Everytime you say no cap your #ss be kidding
You tried to join Gambino gang but ain’t get in
R&B sensation #ss n#gg# Michael Bivens
A thousand for the feature b#tch I do this for a living
(Chorus)
These rap n#gg#s food
When pop died they stopped repping woo
Ima do em how 50 did Jarule
Man these rap n#gg#s food
I put em on a move he ain’t move
Man why the f#ck you couldn’t keep it true
These rap n#gg#s food
Man These rap n#gg#s food
These rap n#gg#s food
(Verse)
I ain’t heard about it I ain’t never hear about it
Talking bout what you would’ve done if you was there I doubt it
Glock got the glizzy on it I just spent 450 on it
He won’t go outside unless his #ss got the bippy on em
I was smoking on the way to my PO I’m a hippy arent I
In the trap just counting that dough flipping a brick with my eyes closed
They loving the way that I spit with the high flow
In the Baltimore trenches get hit with a no scope
And I’ll rob a bank if I motherf#cking go broke
Might film the whole thing on a motherf#cking go pro
(Chorus)
These rap n#gg#s food
When pop died they stopped repping woo
Ima do em how 50 did Jarule
Man these rap n#gg#s food
I put em on a move he ain’t move
Man why the f#ck you couldn’t keep it true
These rap n#gg#s food
Man These rap n#gg#s food
These rap n#gg#s food
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