Letra de Food (Remix) - Flames Dot Malik

(Feat. Jim Jones)

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

Catch me with a prostitute, soliciting rest stops

Don't run up on Dot, son'll give you a chest shot

Fresh like Will Smith, drunk like Hancock (Smacked)

N***** play with me but I'm wrong cause they man shot

Free Gunna, but, the rest of you niggas tampons

Scary ass rappers got em sleep with they lamps on

All they know the shooter had a all black champ on

You standing on your business, you dead wrong

This music is secondary

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****

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 (Word up, Capo)

The gang members with me, all throwin' tre's (Trizzy)

Screamin' "Free him 'til we see him," they like the Broadway

They lift your car up like you parked in the towaway (Rah)

I'm on the shot, gettin' drunk just like a stowaway (Who want drinks?)

They broke inside the trap, them n***** stole a brick (Fuck it)

I had to charge it to the game just like controller sticks

And, man, these n***** say they gang and scared to hold a blick (Eastside)

And name a n**** inside the game that got a colder wrist (I'm waitin')

If they want me, they gotta come to where the hood is hot (12th Street)

And don't be stupid, if you do, then you as good as got

And don't move stupid, if you do, then you as good as shot

I still smell all of that coke we used to put in pots (Smell that?)

Sift it, whip it, flip it like gymnastics (Uh-huh)

They shootin' 30 like Curry, they ain't trying to miss the basket (Uh-huh)

I got demons in that demon, they'll catch your ass in traffic (Skrrt)

I got my whips brand new, you can whip me out the plastic (Sucka)

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****

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

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