Smokingskul, ​tdf - Crackfood lyrics

Y'all niggas could come kill me, y'all
Niggas could do anything y'all want
Fuck all y'all (Okay, what? yeah)

Bitch, this baby Glock don't eat Gerber
(Taah) we finna boot him off that server
(Off that server)
You is a lame nigga saying, "Burger"
(Okay, What? yeah)
How you a street nigga? Yo' name Herbert
(Taah)
I sold crack, that shit took me further
(yeah)
Niggas Bigg Bravo 'cause they pervert
(What?) these niggas be lame and depressed
(Okay, 'pressed)
These niggas Steve Lacy in that dress
(In that what? yeah)
These niggas be fags, I am not impressed
(Taah)
I'm fuckin' yo' mom, Delonte West (What?)
Damn, I sneak a brick through the TSA
(Okay, through the TSA)
Bitch, I'm dumb as fuck, what's the FN say?
(yeah) damn, I smack a bitch, like anime
(What? yeah)
Bitch, I'm a real Swede, it's in my DNA
(Damn)
I got my auntie in the cellar (Ground)
These niggas not real, Helen Keller (Taah)
I got a white plug, Cody Zeller (What?)
I shot a nigga and tell him to get better
(Get better) she thought she had za, damn
Who gon' tell her? (Tell her, what?)
Drum on the Glock came with lemon pepper
(What? I'm thinking like jail)
How the fuck is you broke and a beggar?
(What?) he say he D1, you not a stepper
(Not a stepper) i feel like Aaron, what?
(What?) I got CTE (CTE)
Damn, stab you with that same
Needle they stabbed Eazy-E, what?
You is a hooper one day, you a shooter now
Master P (yeah)
Yeah, bitch
I got that za that will make Ray Charles see
(yeah) niggas don't got nothing yet
Niggas don't got no looks yet (Okay)
No type of management, nothing
Niggas ain't even bro
I helped this nigga tdf make his
First racks off music, like, bro
(Okay)
I could've really slimed this nigga, bruh
(Okay, Okay)