Minced Meat Lyrics

Spinnin in the whip I'm seeing Frank's on the dashboard

Hit a little lick, then I might need a passport

This is not a task force

This is just a rap store

Don't be getting angry when you getting what you asked for

Past wars, back doors, I don't care, mask on

Take that mask off

Let me hit you with the cash flow

We don't gotta dash though

Baby don't be bashful

Maybe in a minute I'll be hittin' on that backbone

You don't got to lie to me, baby

Everything we did I caught on HD

I'm getting tipsy

On this sick beat

Call me corny, I don't care, I'm more of minced meat

Bruh bruh you miss me

Why you frontin' like you really wanna diss me?

Something floating in the air? I'm feeling dizzy

I'm pushin' peace, peace

Now get on your fucking k-k-knees knees

And I ain't lettin' shit go, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Hit it raw, then she go"uh-huh, uh-huh"

Hit it right in the gut

I hit that spot

She said she was preggo

Let's not, let's not

Take a little breather

Let 'em feel the ether

Might just need a Kennedy this season

I don't pledge allegiance

Talkin' bout that"I can't read between 'em"

Bitch, I know you cheesin

Might just fuck around and catch a body like I'm Jayson

So get the fuck out the way

'fore you catch a stray

I been waiting all day

I just want to be paid

Get the cash, hit the dash

Like a young Incredible

I know none of y'all hear what I'm sayin

I'm not super but I'm known to go saying

I mean I might cut you up on the game then

Get your remains sent to Chick-Fil-A then

Get a You nugget

Send it to the main bitch

Stackin' up the green, gotta eat, where the plate at?

Hustle never sleeps, only dreams"where the weight at?"

I ain't got a minute for no beef, it's a mismatch

Whole squad hungry, got the drive, it's a big catch

Mash it up, now we talkin' bout that gravy

Big checks, no stress, and we wavy

Locked in, no flake, you can't phase me

On my own path, ain't none of y'all can sway me so

You don't got to lie to me, baby

Everything we did I caught on HD

I'm getting tipsy

On this sick beat

Call me corny, I don't care, I'm more of minced meat

Bruh bruh you miss me

Why you frontin' like you really wanna diss me?

Something floating in the air? I'm feeling dizzy

I'm pushin' peace, peace

Now get on your fucking k-k-knees knees

And I ain't lettin' shit go, nuh-uh, nuh-uh

Hit it raw, then she go"uh-huh, uh-huh"

Hit it right in the gut

I hit that spot

She said she was preggo

Let's not, let's not