Cocaine and Kraft Dinner Lyrics

Mack with the cheese

Passionate g

Don't ask me for weed in the back of a passenger seat

It's a hassle for me Devil keeps thinking he can dance with me

Nasty b like a crack preteen magically

I pop up on you niggas with the casualties

Masterpiece with cracker deeds

Scratch her knees fuck a plan b

Drugs got me slower than a tortuous

Stuck in molasses be

Mechanically all cash g don't do plastic fuck the damn fees

Immaculate g stacking cream

Passing dreams like I'm Sacortes

Oops I mean Socrates

Rich as monopoly

Cocaine and kraft dinner got the cops watching me

She after my bread like a common thief

She after my balls like a soccer team

She wanna be friends fuck comradery

My niggas spit gold that's a commodity

How's that for a salary

Couldn't get nothing up outta me

Even if I gave you something up in a dream

I be standing over your bed waiting for an apology

Run around town with a whole lotta drugs

Whole lotta slugs for a whole lotta guns

Whole lotta thugs wanna whole lotta funds

And a whole lotta niggas wanna hold my nuts

Spittin' so vicious my niggas do addition

Two broads on top of me call it division

Big baller business can I get a witness

Niggas on Soundcloud like who the fuck is this

Call me Mr Bitches Mr Get Right on the beat bro

Gave me the cheat codes Ridin around with a whole lotta heat though

While my seat low call me El Nino

All coke diet we pretend to be pirates

Like captain just stand over there and look at my privates

Never get the best of me winnings the recipe

BLOOD RUNS THICK

WHEN YOU DENY YOUR DESTINY

Fuck em all bro

Smoke em out like Marlboro

Have em looking for em like where's waldo

Keys of coke in the condo

G's I blow on coke like Jon Jones

Keep the nine on me like Rondo

Plus I'm 5'9 like Royce

Hitting prime time with the boys

Pull up in the hood they rejoice

Need a voice to make em moist

Love the flow it's lovable

Keys of dope we double oz

Triple beam up on the scale

Mac and Cheese up on the low

Mothafuckas hate dirty money, but I cannot blow

Give me the throne bitch verbal hypnosis

Splitting dope shit call it mitosis

Split your wig and run off with your shit

Snatch your kids, fed drugs by the doses

Follow me like Moses

Gold-ish brown like toast is

Stick to me like post-its, Rub it in like lotion

Motion of the ocean creates the potions

For you mothafuckers come back for some mo shit

Hit em with the mofuckin'

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Counting all this cash nigga

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Cocaine and Kraft dinner

Counting all this cash nigga

Red dots and red line cocaine and red signs

Looking back at red ties, relax and head right

Vomiting these dollars bitches holla tripping

I ain't really wit it always tryna get it

Holla when you dollars triple talking digits

Topple fingers

All y'all figures better figure

30 Digits honest kids is fake as holograms and filters

Fill a cunt and call it gospel

Bitch its God's arena honest God's appealing

All this shit that I've been deep in

Wonder why the fuck you hate me

Fuck yo bitch and made you tape it

Fuck yo bitch and had her taped down

I fucked yo bitch and made you face it

I ain't really in the mood to put up with yo crew

I swear to God if you make a move I will heat you up like suns do

This shit ain't fair it ain't a taxi

I got yo bitch up in my backseat

She wanna suck and juggle both them nuts

She think you bunk as fuck and huffle puff

Two fours gimme two more

You hard to do as new porn

Bitch smoking hot like newports

You see you suck vacuum source

Got it made in my trap Cause I'm made in my trap

Got two pots in my kitchen Kraft dinner and crack

Got it made in my trap, Cause I'm made in my trap

Got two pots in my kitchen Kraft dinner and crack

You see me you couldn't, I look in the bottle the fuel that I shouldn't

Fuck model on model, you think that I wouldn't

I got it, I got it, you know that I'm booking

Inside I'm a novel I outta go Gooden

I'm rotten might pop ya for looking

Droppin' these coppers drop bombs atomic as bush's

Washin' these dollars no need to use coolant

Damn