Food Stamp Felons

Lyrics

[Intro: Skilla Baby] (MIA JAY C) Huh (You cut up on this one, JAY C) Ayy, huh [Verse 1: Skilla Baby] Now niggas wanna flock to me, I thought they didn't rock with me (Huh) Blackball on me for these niggas think they stoppin' me Load my strap and slide every time I think about 'em poppin' me (Huh) Hustle all year, these niggas think I hit the lottery (Huh) Fah, fah, fah, that shit sound like a Glock to me (Huh) Takin' dog body to my grave, can't get it out of me (Huh) The opps can't stay off the 'net 'cause they not that P (Huh) I was raised by gangsters, nigga, I'm a G (Huh) Told 'em I'd give 'em game, just not for free (Huh) Told them lil' niggas they can hang, just not with me (Huh) These niggas say thеy gon' kill me, I'ma see (Huh) The hook think they gon' flick mе, I'ma flee (Huh) Sada told me these niggas hoes, I agree (Huh) Really buy a nigga's mama house, that's my property (Huh) You know me, I'm one of one, it ain't a lot of me I'ma drop a nigga mama if that nigga think he droppin' me, huh [Verse 2: Sada Baby] Make a nigga act tough out of— hold up, huh Make a nigga act tough out of state 'cause we blew up his street Shoot them niggas up the street, naw, scoot them niggas up the street Boot them niggas up the street, I'm shootin' up, they fuck with me Skilla said these niggas don't live they raps, I said, "I must agree" Huh, walk up on a nigga family barbecue, act like Cousin Pete Huh, pull a blick to wake that nigga up, then put that boy to sleep Huh, honestly, I got more than niggas that think he— huh Honestly, we got more than niggas, think he paid Naw, honestly, I never heard of niggas, fuck he sayin'? Naw, honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the— oh Honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the man Huh, crank, I ain't worried 'bout them niggas 'cause they frail Who gon' tell if I up the hammer on him with the nails? Got my own cash, fuck a Cash App, fuck a Zelle You be talkin' 'bout another nigga shit, you Ezal, fuck Fuck his sister, tell that lil' ho, "Bye, Felicia," huh, huh I got bricks the same color Condoleezza [Verse 3: Skilla Baby] Huh, I'm tryna pay for the body with my Visa (Huh) Ballin' with an attitude, Trevor Ariza (Huh) Every time I seen an opp, he gettin' shot or beat up (Huh) That pussy A-grade, but them titties D-cups (Huh) Niggas get buckeyed when they see us (Huh) We playin' tall on everybody, let 'em team up (Huh) Brodie blowin' on Biscotti, he got beamed up 'Fore the out-of-town niggas come here, they better brief us (Huh) Told my baby I'ma kill him if he snitch (Huh) Goin' crazy gettin' money, I might be rich (Huh) I ain't got nothin' for a freak bitch (Huh) Paid me with his friend life, thought he had a free kit, huh [Verse 4: Sada Baby] Tell them niggas link up, they gon' die together, huh Birds— naw, huh (Hold up) Lames with the same old-nigga ways tend to flock together, huh I ain't got nothin' for a freak bitch, huh Gun plug for the low, got the cheap switches, huh Fucked around and missed a shot, I ain't gon' keep missin' Naw, put a one up on his block, they gon' remix it Be done threw a hail mary pass, fuck the defense Huh, huh, touchdown, huh, huh, first down Huh, you gon' catch them bullets over everybody, Megatron Huh, every time I pick the chop up, I can't set it down Naw, Skilla knew your mom was home because he bought the house Naw, ever since a nigga got caught, ain't caught no niggas out Naw, every time we tried to slide again, them niggas don't be 'round, duh