yxngfuture - dinner time lyrics
[intro]
i be fresh as f+ck, when i hit the scene, n+gga
you know it’s yxngfuture, n+gga
stop playin’, yeah, mmm
[verse]
i be stressing ’bout my ex, but i know she ain’t sh+t, (ain’t sh+t)
all these hoes ain’t sh+t, i learned that when i was 6
i been stacking chips, my homie moving bricks
middle fingers to the industry, they ain’t on sh+t, (f+ck ’em)
turn this function to july 4th, my glock got a switch, (yeah)
heard a p+ssy n+gga talkin’, leave him in a ditch
we give out shots like it’s a gun shop
can’t run from my bl!ck
all these bullets hit him fast like flash
my drac’ gon’ spit
p+ssy n+gga talkin’, ain’t gon’ react, cuz ian internet
we gon light him up and smoke him like he a cigarette
n+ggas askin’ where i been, ain’t gon’ get into that
i been going up so fast, ian seen a ceiling yet
opps been asking for the drop, ain’t even send it yet, hold on
tucked my xd in my puffer, ain’t even winner time
my chop gon’ slice ’em up and eat ’em like it’s dinner time
i’ma keep doing what i do until it’s the finish line, uh
i ain’t the one to be f+cked with, you can see it in my eyes, uh
n+ggas d+ck ride so much, make it an enterprise, huh
my opps dropped a couple tears when they found out they n+gga died, tough
i’ma flip you like a gymnast, so don’t even try, enough
my xd pop him and we serve his ass like chicken fry, huh
i been doing this sh+t for too long for my ass to fold
i’m starting to get hot, but i make sure that my wrist on froze
i got a touch of midas, everything on me is gold
we can’t f+ck with them lil’ boys cuz they n+gga told
my glock spit that hot sh+t that’ll leave ya n+gga cold, uh
stop throwing signs up, p+ssy n+gga
you ain’t in no gang
if you did, them n+ggas would spinback when you got banged
i dare them n+ggas to f+ck with the devil
ion see a thing
i’ma just go to the top, something like fredo bang, n+gga
i sip wock, my mind get tangled up, b+tch, i go insane
i had my foot on they f+ckin’ necks, but it don’t hit the same
i can’t f+ck these b+tches like i’m g+y, n+gga, these b+tches lame
they hit that boy right where it hurts, now he walk with a cane, uh
and your hoe gon’ suck the juice out me like sugar cane (uh+huh)
he was just walkin’, n+gga
y’all ain’t have to poke the n+gga
but we gon’ whip the n+gga like we had just bought the n+gga, b+tch
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