Food Lyrics

I handle ops like food and

That's why I'm walking rich

A hunnid bodies on the glock

It got me talking shit

This bitch keep talking nasty

I told her talk legit

If you ain't talking money

We ain't tapping in

White bitch whipping up a brick

She in her moccasins

Im talking shit

Big dawg

Feeling like I'm monsters inc

Nostalgic dick

Remind her of the first time that she busted quick

She trusted me

Love her but I could never trust a bitch

Lust ain't shit when lawyers keep on fucking me with justice

Not Victoria

These Genevieves

And Ashley's sound like Gloria

Go close your mouth

And only open it up when I'm pouring in

I ain't give that man a full brick

I halved it

I shorted him

C.Rowe in the trap

I got a brick of that Riff Raff

Shordie wanna suck cause she was feeling on my sick pack

Award show

Brought the whole gang out to the red mats

Redbone bitch sucking on me like an end cap

10 packs dropped and

How you only got 5 racks

A drive out to Muskoka there and back

You might make gas

If it's only 5 bills a drive

Might as well just stay back

Or find yourself a youngin to do it and make him pay tax

I don't flip bricks

I just stay inside and count cash

My young boys hit the block

Bring that money and I pay man's in dividends and properties

Teaching em bout investments

Always focused on the class

But in the streets it taught me lessons

I handle ops like food and

That's why I'm walking rich

A hunnid bodies on the glock

It got me talking shit

This bitch keep talking nasty

I told her talk legit

If you ain't talking money

We ain't tapping in

Shordie talking to me on a first name basis

She said Imma call you Conor

Cause you not that famous

I said it's cool I'll play the game like it's

San Andreas

Baby what you know bout love

All I know is

Love will get you killed

Never let a bitch fuck you

Always fuck a bitch that's real

Coloured money in my chill

I got a P320

Take out man's like Uncle Phil

C.Rowe fresher than a prince in the middle of a drill

And I'll do him in

Black wig

Ski mask

Big Rig

Rico on the rise

My mama said she heard the same thing

CNN stories bout a

I don't know what happened

But Disrespect me

And then bullet start slapping

I handle ops like food and

That's why I'm walking rich

A hunnid bodies on the glock

It got me talking shit

This bitch keep talking nasty

I told her talk legit

If you ain't talking money

We ain't tapping in