Don Trip - Food Fight lyrics

[Produced by Yung Ladd & Heat Academy] [Prehook] b**h n***a [?] with the K You a p**y n***a, you won’t bust a grape All them carrots on your plate, get this banana in your face Time to eat and all my n***as in the grave [Hook] Screaming f** this sh** let’s have a food fight f** this sh** let’s have a food fight My n***as starving, we’s about to have a food fight f** this sh**, let’s have a food fight f** this sh** let’s have a food fight My n***as hungry, we’s about to have a food fight My n***as starving, we’s about to have a food fight f** this sh** let’s have a food fight [Verse 1 – Starlito] I been dreaming this sh** since free lunch Beating on the table, now we meeting up with labels I sleep when I turn 80, think bout keeping up, you’re crazy You want beef? It’s all gravy I just grab them chopsticks, grip em tight Show you what I’m living like Got to smoke that rapper weed just to have an appetite That’s alright, insomniac, side effect counting stacks I might, sell a sugar cookie, 12 50 And that’s all white Like a bake sale, I f** with you, I take 12 Last n***a tried to take something, ate shells I thank MAC 11, tomato tomato, whatever you call it Broad day, potato on the nozzle [Prehook + Hook] [Verse 2 – Don Trip] Whole lot of money, whole lot of dope I’m sharp as a bayonet coming right at your throat You see when rap wasn’t paying yeah I was breaking up Os Got so much dirt on my hands it’s made its way to my soul Now this fast money got a n***a hooked like a fishing pole Slanging mid green got my pockets full of dinner rolls Potato on the barrel, time to eat, bring your beef Hundred rounds, everybody get a piece, take your seat Hunt a rabbit for its foot, slay a horse for its shoe Get you k**ed for a four leaf clover, lucky you b**h I’m shooting like Nate, short n***a, short fuse Got my knife, I’m just coming for my slice, fork you [Prehook + Hook x3] [Verse 3 – Starlito] They just want the Jordans, I just want that Jordan money And I ain’t got no hoop dreams, f** that sh**, record this for me Start that water boiling, mater fact drop this half a quarter for me Or drop this bale of loud off and come back with a recording budget Naw, get a job, go to school Probably be the first one to tell you that’s cool Probably get murked, take a step in my shoes First time you sleep you slip, and slippers count, can’t snooze Can’t count no sheep but told my peeps you can count on me Young n***a roll up, got an ounce on me Young n***as roll up, no doubt they gon’ squeeze Run with some OGs sell a whole bunch of Ps Got some loud too strong for Febreeze Light up and just zone to these beats Naked pictures in my phone from some freaks I ain’t been home in some weeks Last seen counting money with your ho in the Jeep It ain’t your flow, it’s your beats I been doing shows like everywhere And you n***as ain’t nothing in the streets Ain’t f**ing with me, or Trip [Verse 4 – Don Trip] Not even half way, living every day like it’s my last day Y’all lil n***as talking bout the money, I got more than that in my ash tray And I don’t even smoke, that’s piff blowing I’m stepping on n***as, f** tiptoeing I live this sh**, I ain’t just recording b**h I got more heart than Brendan Owen Fourty four, bulldog Shiny tour, we call it [?] I’m in your living room on your lazy boy f**ing your girl so good she should pay me for it Get more neck than vocal cords At any given moment we can go to war And why is it that opportunity never knocks on the open doro I got this covered like a pawn show Gorilla clique head honcho And real sh**, between me and my pen I got more hits than a combo Shooters with me what you don’t know Double drums like a bongo East side, super heavy weight And I’m still flyer than Dumbo b**h