Lyrics Food - Lloyd Banks, Styles P

Food

Being liked was never in my list of plans
I give a fuck about your Instagram
I give a fuck about your Twitter
Don’t follow me, you see me in the street, nigga
I’m a giant, noisy foosteps can’t sneak with ya
Been moving shit, next move is a fleet flicker
Still makin' em sick like sweet liquor
Book full of told you’s in my MVP picture
90% of my songs gloomy, I’m bar heavy
I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly
Gorilla papers keep the car smelly
Thinkin' I won’t line you up, dead wrong on the contrary
Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckles strapped Ferrogam'
Scrollin' like a six man, caught a pound a marathon
I’m waitin' the day when all of my bad habits gone
Money, power, respect, all the above added on
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?
Nothin'
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas’d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
Me and Blue again (What up?)
Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I’m a CEO but move like a hooligan
If I’m in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in
Stick it in car oil, baby oil, and lubricant
Known to set trip, you only trippin', you Uberin'
We in Godspeed for the time that I’m maneuvering
Yeah, I’m at it like black lives
Baptized in the black five on 9−5 with a crack pie
Lloyd, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George
You don’t smoke out the sunroof, talk to the lord
Thank God for the stash box in the Accord (Thank God)
All the old school drug dealers rocking Valor
Arm leg or leg or arm head intake these
That’s the act, I sold crack just to bread me
And I stuck niggas too, and I cut niggas too
They like, «Fuck Gooks,» but I be like, «Fuck niggas» too, what?
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?
Nothin'
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas’d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
Bet they hit their boyfriends with the okey-doke
Prepare for the hoe-down, this ain’t her first rodeo
Watch me break this shit down like polio
The fuckin' world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don’t
From South Jamaica to San Antonio
Seven days of targeted paper raining colonial
Killin' for years, my ceremonies do
I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you
If I should jump out the window, it’s necessary
You got something to say to me, tell my secretary
Request an order for June, see you in February
Thirty’ll get you a V, just have the edit ready
I been legendary, this is my second tour
Fuck the company, what’s a building to a wreckin' ball?
Bunch of bitch ass niggas that need an epidural
Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog?
Nothin'
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas’d be food, never dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'