Food Stamp Felons lyrics

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
(MIA JAY C)
Huh
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Ayy, huh

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Now n*ggas wanna flock to me, I thought they didn't rock with me (Huh)
Blackball on me for these n*ggas think they stoppin' me
Load my strap and slide every time I think about 'em poppin' me (Huh)
Hustle all year, these n*ggas think I hit the lottery (Huh)
Fah, fah, fah, that sh*t sound like a Glock to me (Huh)
Takin' dog body to my grave, can't get it out of me (Huh)
The opps can't stay off the 'net 'cause they not that P (Huh)
I was raised by gangsters, n*gga, I'm a G (Huh)
Told 'em I'd give 'em game, just not for free (Huh)
Told them lil' n*ggas they can hang, just not with me (Huh)
These n*ggas say thеy gon' kill me, I'ma see (Huh)
The hook think they gon' flick mе, I'ma flee (Huh)
Sada told me these n*ggas hoes, I agree (Huh)
Really buy a n*gga's mama house, that's my property (Huh)
You know me, I'm one of one, it ain't a lot of me
I'ma drop a n*gga mama if that n*gga think he droppin' me, huh

[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
Make a n*gga act tough out of— hold up, huh
Make a n*gga act tough out of state 'cause we blew up his street
Shoot them n*ggas up the street, naw, scoot them n*ggas up the street
Boot them n*ggas up the street, I'm shootin' up, they f*ck with me
Skilla said these n*ggas don't live they raps, I said, "I must agree"
Huh, walk up on a n*gga family barbecue, act like Cousin Pete
Huh, pull a blick to wake that n*gga up, then put that boy to sleep
Huh, honestly, I got more than n*ggas that think he— huh
Honestly, we got more than n*ggas, think he paid
Naw, honestly, I never heard of n*ggas, f*ck he sayin'?
Naw, honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the— oh
Honestly, they feelings hurt because lil' bro the man
Huh, crank, I ain't worried 'bout them n*ggas 'cause they frail
Who gon' tell if I up the hammer on him with the nails?
Got my own cash, f*ck a Cash App, f*ck a Zelle
You be talkin' 'bout another n*gga sh*t, you Ezal, f*ck
f*ck his sister, tell that lil' ho, "Bye, Felicia," huh, huh
I got bricks the same color Condoleezza
[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
Huh, I'm tryna pay for the body with my Visa (Huh)
Ballin' with an attitude, Trevor Ariza (Huh)
Every time I seen an opp, he gettin' shot or beat up (Huh)
That pus*y A-grade, but them titties D-cups (Huh)
n*ggas get buckeyed when they see us (Huh)
We playin' tall on everybody, let 'em team up (Huh)
Brodie blowin' on Biscotti, he got beamed up
'Fore the out-of-town n*ggas come here, they better brief us (Huh)
Told my baby I'ma kill him if he snitch (Huh)
Goin' crazy gettin' money, I might be rich (Huh)
I ain't got nothin' for a freak b*tch (Huh)
Paid me with his friend life, thought he had a free kit, huh

[Verse 4: Sada Baby]
Tell them n*ggas link up, they gon' die together, huh
Birds— naw, huh (Hold up)
Lames with the same old-n*gga ways tend to flock together, huh
I ain't got nothin' for a freak b*tch, huh
Gun plug for the low, got the cheap switches, huh
f*cked around and missed a shot, I ain't gon' keep missin'
Naw, put a one up on his block, they gon' remix it
Be done threw a hail mary pass, f*ck the defense
Huh, huh, touchdown, huh, huh, first down
Huh, you gon' catch them bullets over everybody, Megatron
Huh, every time I pick the chop up, I can't set it down
Naw, Skilla knew your mom was home because he bought the house
Naw, ever since a n*gga got caught, ain't caught no n*ggas out
Naw, every time we tried to slide again, them n*ggas don't be 'round, duh