Adamn Killa, LUCKI, Hyype - Feast lyrics

They bought the vino for the divino
Designer down do business that is illegal
We puffin weed smoke
Round table full of people
Of much importance drugs imported
La familia lethal feast

My niggas eat my brother
My Folk my Peep

Slang White from the west to the east
Bring the steak bring the fish lets feast

Feast

My niggas eat my brother
My Folk my Peep

Slang White from the west to the east
Bring the steak bring the fish lets feast

I ordered patience waited for it
UPS told me they lost the shit
Lost my fuckin mind
But found that shit all in a box and shit
Your homies dropping dimes
I heard he playing like Chris Paul and shit
Money on my line trap got no 3 way
So don't call me bitch i'm callin' it
I think something iffy bout y'all
But it's enough good bait to
Get that fishy out y'all
Got my bread mixed up got that jiffy up dog
Flexin' witcho kiddy money
Y'all a bunch of Disney stars
Get my fuckin' Diddy on
Take that shit and getty on
It's that straight pack boy
I don't smoke no nitty dog
Pop 8 xans and smell it all bitch
I'm that nigga hoe
"Lucki why you rob ya man?"
Shit, I don't remember folks
Boy I'm bossy in this bitch
Getting balky in this bitch
Wanna use a metaphor you gotta
Call me in this bitch
I just talk what's in my ring
I'm Jim Ross up in this bitch
Verse, Feature
Show or dope boy it be costy in this bitch
Like

Adamn can never save no thot
A damn baby and what they want
These bitches only make me cum
Can not save one, never wife one
I get the guap and you get none
Margelia's they cost half a ton
I'm witcho bitch I'm gettin' stoned
I'm with the guys on Foe n' Em get back
Fuck nigga gotta get back
These niggas don't get sack
I'm wearing and niggas ain't
Got that moncler
Grown niggas can't get that
I be with ya bitch
And ya bitch with the guys
And them lil boys gon' get clapped
I would say it two times
But won't waste my time
Dumb nigga don't get that
Baby like a damn baby how do
You go so damn crazy
I don't know but how the fuck is
You so good at the sucking D
What the fuck you want from me
Cuz you not getting shit from me
On me I put that shit on me aYE
Gang gang baby

Told me if I bought a quarter
I could flip to 50 gees
Smoke a trey fin in the
Morning praying for my enemies
Told my daddy to look over as
I cruise within these streets
I know these pussy motherfuckers tryna
Be the end of me
Boy I wanna Masarati with the
Features all on chrome
Feeling like the Wolf of all
Streets speeding switching getting dome
11th Realm 11th letter southside raised
Me that's my home
You've been finessed by finesse shout
Out Lucki that's my bro roll with jefes
I'm that ese much respected round the globe
Boy I'm pimpin sellin C and you
Is looking like a hoe
Vintage Juvenia up on me
Insinuates that I GLO
Bitch you useless are you stupid
This right here's Italian gold
Bring the liquor if you want
I'm a meet you in the front
But a nigga never front
I'm a light another blunt
I'm a get a little stoned
Cuz I got a smoke strong
Bought two cell phones to sell them bones
A metric ton secured with guns with
Niggas Holding from my home
Want to be a billionaire and smoke good
Weed all up in Rome hoe