Fed Kicked lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, John, how you do that?)
Yeah, alright
Flow

[Chorus]
I need my chili like immediately
Scrabblin' the devil got me poppin' Percs repeatedly
Lately I been sh*ttin' on the b*tches that mistreated me
He said he gon' shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me
Don't get close, it's a 30, stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off on any n*gga that look at me mad
Why his b*tch don't look like all a thousand, look like she had
She callin' me daddy, b*tch, do it look like I'm dad?
I just poured a four in this Fanta and rolled exotic
Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I'm done with flockin'

[Verse]
Her mouth the bomb, diggity, she my lil' Bin Laden (Yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas copy pastin' what I do, but they just can't top it
Yeah, it's been a long week, still made 50K
I'm big EBK, b*tch, who gon' die today?
I'm with them n*ggas who gon' shoot and say they just playin'
I still see you f*ck n*ggas through these Ray-Bans
This chopper break a n*gga down and make him break dance
I don't really get along with n*ggas, I don't shake hands
I don't even do these songs with n*ggas 'cause I hate them
I pull some sh*t out my pocket, make 'em say, "Damn"
I put a hundred on the chop' and make 'em lay down
On my baby, I did fell in love with the Drac' sound
A hundred thousand sittin' up in my PayPal
I was just in the slammer countin' all my days down
All your lil' sh*t, b*tch, please don't start it
I threw two titties on the chop', turn it to a Barbie (Yeah)
I AP all my hoes, don't do no Carti's (Yeah)
These n*ggas actin' hella strange, havin' Diddy parties (Yeah)
No bullsh*t, b*tch, I'm that f*ckin' n*gga
Let that n*gga look at me brazy, I'ma f*ckin' kill him (Yeah)
All of these diamonds on me, f*ck I look like, can't be chillin'
I'm thumbin' through a million
Brodie, I think these Perkies fake 'cause I don't feel 'em (Yeah)
All of these hoes lyin' to me, ain't got no feelings
Been on the road, ain't had no sex in a cold minute
I got a problem, all I wanna do is smoke n*ggas, for real, n*gga, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
I need my chili like immediately
Scrabblin' the devil got me poppin' Percs repeatedly (Yeah, for real)
Lately I been sh*ttin' on the b*tches that mistreated me
He said he gon' shoot me when he see me, but he greeted me (Yeah, bah)
Don't get close, it's a 30, stick in my book bag
Can't wait to set it off on any n*gga that look at me mad
Why his b*tch don't look like all a thousand, look like she had
She callin' me daddy, b*tch, do it look like I'm dad?
I just poured a four in this Fanta and rolled exotic
Baby, who you bank with? I'm a scammer, I'm done with flockin'