Fast Food (feat. Trezzy)

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ZOMEO

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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 f*ck with us
Money ain't a thing, make it rain, I got plenty bucks

Staying out the way, f*ck the fame, I don't give a f*ck
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

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