Full Frontal - Return Of The Order lyrics

[Verse One: Full Frontal] Yo! Uh, made close with the fam n***a had to run Four years doe A lot of sh** undone Went to Maine for some school sh** Cool whip, cool b**h, on some new sh** Now I'm livin in VA Heard a couple n***as hate a day And I Just made some word up doe Where they, where they at doe I hear some girl in the background Singing do it do it do it again, do it Imma do it, imma, imma do it again What you heard Yo We out of bread Now I'm dead [Verse Two: Detta] Dirty b**h man she staying tryna harm me Your b**h be on me Damn, yo, what you want from me Shout out to that n***a that shot me Yo, I said, I, don't know what you want from me I got a few bucks, I'm tryna make you fee- I'm tryna feed the kids, i'm tryna feed the birds Wait, hold up let me get serious I ain't a noble man, I'm just a humble man There's a big difference And if you don't know what the f** I'm talking Then you need deliverance Chinese characters posted on my wall B I'm not asian so I don't know what they saying to me Uh, I'm just tryna get a little bit a bucks so my mom- tight Get some bread tonight My n***a Marcus dead, he died on the beat Rest in piece to homie, God piece And god came down from the sky above and blessed me Yo, now I'm living filthy, like literally My clothes are dirty till Sunday, deliver me If McDonalds delivered right now I would order a frybrown and some hash browns And frappe n***a, I'm hungrier than, that n***a on the corner son He been laying out there for five days and he ain't cleaned his jacket in nine weeks Damn son I'm weak and he's dumb weak cause he ain't eating That ain't no way to live, he probably got some kids sh**, I ain't tryna be like him For some reason that homeless n***a got a TV I seen him plug it up the other day And now he watchin, now he greedy and he- Delete the last part of it tho (Delete the last part of it tho) (-King Slaughter-) [Verse Three: King Slaughter] Uh, I'm just tryna make a couple bucks And start chillin with a couple s*uts Get this money that's what it's about Talking trash then I'm a run in his house Have my bro put 40 in his mouth Then blow all of his brains out I be flexing I be chillin tho Got a new, circle smaller than Cheerios Uh, and they don't want no smoke dawg Bout to hop like leap frog I be on the beat dawg Bout to have a feast dawg What they really want from me What they really want from me I'm to hungry... to hungry