Food - Flames Dot Malik

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, n****
Haha, H (Gotta see what that H is short for)
Nah, get off me (Nah, get off me)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

They prayin' on my downfall, but, I can't stop (Nah)
Elevate (Yeah), this that new growth like dreadlocks (Ah)
Contemplatin' (Why?), 'cause the dope good, but, the stamp hot (Uh)
I got 'em scared of the big dog like Sandlot (Hahaha)
My bitch thick like the joystick on a Xbox (She is)
She cook, suck dick and'll sleep in the wet spot (Uh)
Real pimp, put that on a baby out of wedlock (Pimp)
Catch me with a prostitute, soliciting rest stops (Ayy)
Don't run up on Dot, son'll give you a chest shot (Chk-chk)
Fresh like Will Smith, drunk like Hancock (Smacked)
N***** play with me, but, I'm wrong 'cause they man shot (Blah)
Free Gunna, but, the rest of you n***** tampons
Scary ass rappers, got 'em sleep with they lamps on (Pussy)
All they know the shooter had a all black Champ' on (Me)
You standin' on your business, you dead wrong (Yeah)
This music is secondary (What?)
I just sold some food off a Samsung

Bitch, eat
We ain't cool (Hell nah, n****)
And I ain't gotta rap 'cause I sell food (Dog)
Heard your album, sounded like fake news, n**** (Uh)
N**** funeral was a whole mood
Yeah, yeah, bitch, eat
We ain't cool (Not at all, bitch)
How the fuck you stuntin' with fake jewels? (How you do that?)
I ain't standin' around, I'm makin' moves (Malik)
And I ain't gotta rap 'cause I sell food
Yeah, yeah, bitch, eat