Fast Food - Babykoda Lyrics
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stacy that’s crazy
[chorus]
we servin’ bullets like they fast food
say if my brother catch a opp for them it’s bad news
teach you how to talk, b*tch i can sell a dog some cat food
and don’t get caught up in that mix, ’cus they might blast you
we leave ’em on that paper, stiff as h*ll, he like a statue
don’t need no rv
shooters all up in the club, don’t need no id
we gon’ shoot until that n*gga done, he screaming “why me?”
now that n*gga swimming in his blood, he think he yg
[verse 1]
i’m dropping bombs on n*ggas head, like i’m the taliban
labels tryna sign a street n*gga, come and buy me then
h*llcats and trackhawks, that’s all we ridin’ in
seen the opps, slidin’ in a bimmer, that’s what they dyin’ in
i need my pockets all blue, mr. meeseeks
heard my opps been movin’ in some scats, i gotta be ‘key
i know that she a fan, ‘cus she got my sh*t on repeat
man f*ck a shirt, we puttin’ opps up on this tv
maybe channel 5 or maybe channel 7
bro told me that he don’t wanna die, k!llers don’t go to heaven
b*tches, solely money on my mind, think ’bout it 24/7
and i look my momma in her eyes, told her she raised a legend
[chorus]
we servin’ bullets like they fast food
say if my brother catch a opp for them it’s bad news
teach you how to talk, b*tch i can sell a dog some cat food
and don’t get caught up in that mix, ‘cus they might blast you
we leave ’em on that paper, stiff as h*ll, he like a statue
don’t need no rv
shooters all up in the club, don’t need no id
we gon’ shoot until that n*gga done, he screaming “why me?”
now that n*gga swimming in his blood, he think he yg
[verse 2]
oh that’s your b*tch up in my crib, you can come get her
sally sucked me by the seashore, yeah that’s a tounge twister
never passed nun of my classes, teacher calling me a dumb n*gga
i told mr. morris that i’ll listen when he make one figure
i’m young sheldon with a g19
i told that b*tch get out my face, ain’t buying sh*t from shein
i told my bro i ain’t a junkie, but i love sippin’ lean
you’d prolly’ keep it on you too, if you seen what i seen
man that sh*t crazy ain’t it?
[outro]
you already know man
mph n*gga, oso n*gga, td n*gga
you already know the f*ck we got goin’ on n*gga
money, power, hoes n*gga
whole ‘lotta top dawg sh*t
f*ck you talkin’ bout
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