Food Fight Lyrics

[Produced by Yung Ladd & Heat Academy]

[Prehook]
Bitch nigga getting greedy with the K
You a p*ssy nigga, you won't bust a grape
All them carrots on your plate, get this banana in your face
Time to eat and all my niggas in the grave

[Hook]
Screaming f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit, let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas hungry, we's about to have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
[Verse 1: Starlito]
I been dreaming this shit 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- count stacks all night
Selling sugar cookies 1,250
And that's all white
Like a bake sale, I f*ck with you, I take 12
Last nigga tried to take something, ate shells
I think MAC 11's macaroni, tomato tomorrow, whatever you call it
Broad day, potato on the nozzle

[Prehook]
Bitch nigga getting greedy with the K
You a p*ssy nigga, you won't bust a grape
All them carrots on your plate, get this banana in your face
Time to eat and all my niggas in the grave

[Hook]
Screaming f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit, let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas hungry, we's about to have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
[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 yet I was breaking up 'bows
Got so much dirt on my hands it's made its way to my soul
Now this fast money got a nigga hooked like a fishing pole
Slanging mint 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 killed for a four leaf clover, lucky you
Bitch I'm shooting like Nate, short nigga, short fuse
Got my knife, I'm just coming for my slice, fork you

[Prehook]
Bitch nigga getting greedy with the K
You a p*ssy nigga, you won't bust a grape
All them carrots on your plate, get this banana in your face
Time to eat and all my niggas in the grave

[Hook]
Screaming f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit, let's have a food fight f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas hungry, we's about to have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
[Hook]
Screaming f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit, let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas hungry, we's about to have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight

[Hook]
Screaming f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit, let's have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight
My niggas hungry, we's about to have a food fight
My niggas starving, we's about to have a food fight
f*ck this shit let's have a food fight

[Verse 3: Starlito]
They just want the Jordans, I just want that Jordan money
And I ain't got no hoop dreams, f*ck that shit, record this for me
Start that water boiling, matter 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 nigga roll up, got an ounce on me
Young niggas 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 niggas ain't nothing in the streets
Ain't f*cking with me, or Trip

[Verse 4: Don Trip]
Not even half way, living every day like it's my last day
Y'all lil niggas 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 niggas, f*ck tiptoeing
I live this shit, I ain't just recording
Bitch I got more heart than Bret and Owen
Fourty four, bulldog
Shiny toy, we call the Navy, boy
I'm in your living room on your lazy boy
f*cking 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 a open door
I got this covered like a poncho
Gorilla clique head honcho
And real shit, 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
Bitch

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