Lyrics

I been out here all day in my bro tank Jack jack on the track, that's a code name You be in and out quick, watch you go away I been eatin' my whole life, at the buffet At the buffet, At the buffet I been wishing for a gift like a souffle You could make my Christmas list, like I'm Buble Go head turn in it up to 10, get da food stains Whole team, go green, I go ham and shit O'er here, O'er seas, what family did Better get that bread, now we jamming it Got so much steez, it's damaging No xanax, here, get ya hand slapped Whole city on fire, getting ransacked What ya doing? Get the food in the backpack Ran up in the stands, everybody on snapchat 'Til the NASDAQ's, we sip forties Live my life-like recording Eating good out at Wing Stop Never fucked with the orange Y'all bliss at Ignoring shit Only quote what the chorus is... course you a corpse incorporate Young boy so fly we orbiting Everything I do is slow-cooked with the jook bro Get up out da kitchen, if you don't know how to cook bro Never needed pen, I really got a good flow you ain't longevity, you brevity I'm ready with the sauce, boy I'm bouta get lost in it What it cost living? When da food that you consume always cost driven That's why I eat dat fruit that's grapefulness And for Jack Pt. 2 who paid for this I been out here all day in this Bape shark Goin ape on the track, that's the trademark The runner just brought the grapes, the venue paid for it Eatin light, so I'm ready when the race start (True say, whatever Chu say I got that power, man, you know that Luke Cage Sausage links, yea, that's the new chain I only spit raw, you know: juicy) (In the coupe, grayer than Steve Carell Sippin Kool Aid while I'm playin Adele Bangin Wu Tang while I'm eatin snails I'm lookin like a snack and feelin fresh as hell) (Competitive, I wanna be on the pedestal, losing allergic and I don't need Benadryl Major League Eating, I'll be Matt Stonie when I'm at the table I need me a medal, bro Not in your category, I'm a cataclysm, causin pandemonium, at the minimum Sad and lonely, you sound very lost Here's a couple bucks and a Patagonia) Tell the booker that the veggies need to be organic Fringe on the Visvim lookin like a mammoth You couldn't hang with us even if you brought a hammock Hit the buffet doin damage on a empty stomach yah
Writer(s): Kyle Shin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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