Food For Thought Lyrics

Trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, trap

Trap, trap, trap, pace

Yeah

Yeah

All our guns got extensions

Send 64 to the chi, to get the Glock with the switches

These niggas washed up like a sink full of dishes

Bro learn how to whip it by staying in the kitchen

Nigga you can die tonight, huncho gone and book his flight

Every nigga that you see me with just know they got a pipe ain't no one on ones, nigga, we ain't bout to fight

I shoot you the fair one then you lose

Then you up your pipe and then I lose my life

But what you weird niggas call doing right

Ha, shit, nigga not at all

Every nigga that you see me with, they gone get involved

I'm Chris Paul, but bro he tryna shoot, ain't talking basketball

Half a gram to your bloodstream, Ah have you Nodding off,

Cost to be the boss, but boys still scared to take a loss

I'ma dot my Is and like my Ts, I'ma get you crossed

Ain't with Mak Bandz, but I'll get you nailed to the cross

Regular seasonTom Brady, but Eli in the playoff

Work 365, I never take a day off

Don't get your funny up, go get your money up

So much blood lost, at the core look like a tummy tuck

My nigga said he like to swipe, I told that boy I like to punch

I just scammed my lil' date while we was out for lunch

Gun in my hand, premium like a OnlyFans

And when we land 300 shots, the opps ain't have a chance

So many RIP's shirts shit, I should start a brand

You king of the hill, but boy we king of the land

Why take a chance bringing it when I know how to mail it

Question why they buying it and don't know how to sell it

Shit, I got the hook up

99 shots hit you, leave you shook up

So dangerous, the venues, they don't book us

And I never love a bitch, it was just lust

And that's food for thought

Yeah, and that's food for thought

And if you try me, then you getting chalked

Yeah, and that was food for thought

Yeah, yeah, yeah