JunkFood lyrics

[Intro: 72 Reezy]
(It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)
72
What up, JakeSand?
(Damn, JakeSand)
Ayy

[Verse 1: 72 Reezy]
Shoot a n*gga quick like I'm JunkFood
Boy, them pieces ain't on sh*t, you just punch food
A n*gga reach for my kit, he a drunk dude
I'm on the island with your b*tch, n*gga, f*ck a cruise
Finna give her ass this di*k, b*tch, f*ck a nude
Catch a burger with a kit, he a Lunchable
I probably went on a skit if I'm up on the news

[Verse 2: $kid]
Yup
Ten foreigns out front, the city gave me a fine
Cook crack in the air fryer, the city is mine
You need to start rappin' your life, stop talkin' 'bout mine
Your man in my DM talkin' 'bout bless me with a line

[Verse 3: Beannskii]
Haha, he dead, off them Percs I see red
f*ck a chest shot, I'm tryna tap a head
I still link with opp hoes, I'm finna pound her through the bed
If I can't see him out the window, use my legs
Cradle the b*tch, I'm finna put his ass to bed
He was duckin' wreck, I swear I can't wait to catch Fred
Do what I want, give a f*ck 'bout what you said
I'm tryna break this b*tch down, I'm in here grabbin' on her legs
I would've, I would've popped Deebo ass, I ain't Craig
[Verse 4: $weet-T]
Irene doin' brown, she used to have a bar face
Darell in the Lab hittin' lines of parlays
The way my man press keys, you would think he play for FaZe
This gun in my hand'll make you change your ways
Hittin' states like Cascade, clean the spot for the raid
My phone ringin' all day, the plays comin' in spades
I got a hammer and a vest like I'm workin' in the trades
Have my junkie poke you with a needle infested with AIDS

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Walkin' in the spot like where the weed at?
Long hair, slim thick b*tch, I'ma need that
Talkin' 'bout you doin' this and that, I don't believe that
Brodie still servin' hand-to-hand, where the fiends at?

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Where the cheese at? Where the green at?
Where the P's at? Where the lean at?
I need a three, jack, I need a yeah, yeah, yeah
Walk him down with the Drac', that's a DOA
f*ck a PNC, my lil' bro bang BOA
Met the 304 at 3, I banged that ho by 3:08
Whole gang eatin' great, sh*t, we need 'bout three more steaks
sh*t, sh*t, we need 'bout three more plates
Hey, ayy, ayy, we just hit 'bout three more states
Hit my weapon plug up like sh*t, I need 'bout three more K's
I can't go to sleep yet, sh*t, I got 'bout three more plays
[Outro: BabyTron]
It's a thousand ways to get pape', it's like three more lanes
I know it's more than three, four ways
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam
RIP Chris, THHL sh*t, you hip skip? Nyah