Crackfood lyrics

[Intro: twentywrld & Funky Kong]
Y'all n*ggas could come kill me, y'all n*ggas could do anything y'all want, f*ck all y'all (Okay, what? Yeah)

[Verse: Smokingskul & Funky Kong]
b*tch, this baby Glock don't eat Gerber (Taah)
We finna boot him off that server (Off that server)
You is a lame n*gga saying, "Burger" (Okay, What? Yeah)
How you a street n*gga? Yo' name Herbert (Taah)
I sold crack, that sh*t took me further (Yeah)
n*ggas Bigg Bravo 'cause they pervert (What?)
These n*ggas be lame and depressed (Okay, 'pressed)
These n*ggas Steve Lacy in that dress (In that what? Yeah)
These n*ggas be fags, I am not impressed (Taah)
I'm f*ckin' yo' mom, Delonte West (What?)
Damn, I sneak a brick through the TSA (Okay, through the TSA)
b*tch, I'm dumb as f*ck, what's the FN say? (Yeah)
Damn, I smack a b*tch, like anime (What? Yeah)
b*tch, I'm a real Swede, it's in my DNA (Damn)
I got my auntie in the cellar (Ground)
These n*ggas not real, Helen Keller (Taah)
I got a white plug, Cody Zeller (What?)
I shot a n*gga and tell him to get better (Get better)
She thought she had za, damn, who gon' tell her? (Tell her, what?)
Drum on the Glock came with lemon pepper (What? I'm thinking like jail)
How the f*ck is you broke and a beggar? (What?)
He say he D1, you not a stepper (Not a stepper)
I feel like Aaron, what? (What?) I got CTE (CTE)
Damn, stab you with that same needle they stabbed Eazy-E, what?
You is a hooper one day, you a shooter now, Master P (Yeah)
Yeah, b*tch, I got that za that will make Ray Charles see (Yeah)
[Outro: twentywrld & Funky Kong]
n*ggas don't got nothing yet, n*ggas don't got no looks yet (Okay)
No type of management, nothing
n*ggas ain't even— bro
I helped this n*gga tdf make his first racks off music, like, bro (Okay)
I could've really slimed this n*gga, bruh (Okay)
(Okay)