Fast Food (feat. Trezzy)

Hit the party up I'm fresher than a peppermint shawty looking bad I didn't know that she was heaven sent Getting to the money, everything else is irrelevant I'm really in the kitchen and I'm making magic This little nigga looking stupid, call him Patrick They took my nigga and I ain't never getting past it Now I'ma catch that nigga slipping in the traffic Low key, probably take a trip to Cali I go to California just to see what the ladies like Dread head flexing, you can see that I'm ladies type Forty's Smith and Wesson, pack a punch but I'd rather fight Who are you to judge you ain't know I got bragging rights Drop my phone in water, moma put it in bag of rice Now my phone ain't working, I got things to do tonight I'm the reason why she's stressing you the type that's stressing her out They don't need to know we sexing, please don't let them get the word out I've been reading all your texts, I don't even see no pronouns She said her nigga still in college, well you fucking with a pro now You the type that go in parties, be like, damn, where the bitches at You barking up the wrong tree, like, damn, where the switches at Her bed was by the oven, I'm like, damn, where the kitchen at Might hit her with a paper bag, ain't no time for saving that, I'm gone Twinkle twinkle little star, I rocked her ass to sleep I'm charging up like Kakarot on Dragon Ball Z She left your ass cause you ain't hitting it like me I'm a young nigga coming straight up out the street He ain't had no pork chop, so I guess he wants some beef Stay up out the kitchen if you cannot take the heat Call it turkey day the way she gobbling on my meat Say from the hood, straight out of Sesame Street You say you in the street, but let me check if that's factual Best believe you flexing on the gram, just know that I'm taxing you Can't believe you telling on the bros, I gotta go smack the dude I ain't talking no McDonald's, I'll bring this Mac to you Catch you in the parking lot like, hi, brought this Mac for you Eat this knuckle sandwich, you can get even faster food Brodie let me get him, I'm not liking his attitude Had to hit the store, I got this casket here just for you Rolling with this bitch, I'm trying to see what that mouth will do And she did it good, I got it in, it's time to roll the blunt Now I'm on the way to make a play, I do this shit for fun Had a dream that one day all my niggas holding rollies up Money in the air, shake that ass, bitches going nuts All things changed, I decided you can't fuck with us Money ain't a thing, make it rain, I got plenty bucks Staying out the way, fuck the fame, I don't give a fuck I don't need no chain, I'm not no slave, I do what I want Stay out my way, hit with that flame, boy, I'll send you up