Текст песни Feast - Thrill9r

Yeah, ok, uhhh

Right off the bat, what did you expect?
Straight from the yard, I came from the grass, nigga
Right up the street, my nigga make beats
Just know we gon' feast, nigga
Roll up the weed then fill up the dish
I guess I'm a greedy nigga
Vch, I know you be cooking niggas
Them niggas are trash, tell 'em evac when I'm in the spot
Do not disturb me nigga
Turn up the block, I know he a opp
You ask, "How I know?"
I'm close with his bitch, my nigga

I walk in the bank, Ima stack it up
Cashing a check from the Echelon
Put the cheese in the bag if it's provolone
Now that I got your attention
We can shoot vids with a movie on
You know I'm a star, what you acting for?
Talking to you, what you gon' do?
If I give you smoke, you ain't gon' pop
Either you flip or you gon' flop
Y'all niggas straight piss, I can't fuck with y'all
Fuck niggas want no problems
Fuck niggas want no problems
You made a deal with the devil
Gave up your soul for the bezel
She ain't your hoe, that's a pay-for
I fucked on your hoe, I ain't pay for it

Aye, aye
Aye, aye
Running up the digits
Hennessy fucking up my kidneys
I ain't riding jitney
Pull up in the whip, she see me
I ain't no yank, I'm a ZB
When I was broke, you wasn't feeling me
I was a ghost, she wasn't hearing me
Ou, I think she caught Covid
Pull up in a haunted whip
Beat the Grim Reaper for this drip
Nutted in her throat, necrophilia
My bitch, she a beauty queen
Ring the alarm, this ain't no drill
Leather seats with the new speakers
I left 20 in 2020
I'm a certified shooter

Uhh, right off the bat, what did you expect?
Straight from the yard, I came from the grass, nigga
Right up the street, my nigga make beats
Just know we gon' feast, nigga
Roll up the weed then fill up the dish
I guess I'm a greedy nigga
Vch, I know you be cooking niggas
Them niggas are trash, tell 'em evac when I'm in the spot
Do not disturb me nigga
Turn up the block, I know he a opp
You ask, "How I know?"
I'm close with his bitch, my nigga