TV Dinner Lyrics

Unc a fool in the kitchen cook better than Gordon Ramsey

I don't fuck bitches at my crib they get too handsy

My niggas got clips like bananas they some chimpanzees

.45 got a big nose like Billy where the fuck is Mandy

NO…this nigga not a killer let's stop pretending

Team player pass it to my nigga he shoot on opposition,

She trynna to go through my phone I'm finna start popping bitches

Put a nigga in a box like he a TV dinner

Gave out some testers he said he ain't never had nothing like it

I don't computer beef at all I don't like typing

Bitch I'm trynna hump something for real we are not vibing

She put her hands around my mic the hoe started freestyling

WHAT?

DAMN!

Now she spitting and shit

Bitch clean me up after I nut she so considerate

Now she trynna text I can't read I'm illiterate

I keep rolling up backwoods til I'm belligerent

The crib got a loud weed smell can't get rid of it

Niggas buying bullshit lean still sipping it

Chopper on X Games mode the way it's flipping shit

I know niggas look at me like I'm so sick of him

He talk too much we finna to slide I need complete silence

They don't know what happened they just heard BOOM and police sirens

Balling on a nigga I ain't thinking about retirement

You broke and yo gang broke you a product of your environment

Riding with Staccs……

I'm wit Staccs in the Audi and we doing about a hundred and something

Finna slap the scene in this bitch you ain't jumping

If I'm pulling up late night yeah I'm fucking something