"Half on the Food" lyrics
(feat. Babyface Ray & G.T)
[Babyface Ray:]
Coach me, Joey
Yeah
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this, I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by the way) 2020 vision
Yeah (Yeah)
Joey
Yeah, they tryna get me (Why?)
Ace of Spade, me and Tay went from fifty
I'ma buy the whole flo', try to fill it up with bitches (Yeah)
First round I want a tray, give me her, I wanna hit her
Got a text last night, "I'm proud of you", this Prada denim (Bitch)
Got it on me and it's in me, money on me and it's in me (And it's)
I wanna fuck her, so I put the bitch in Fendi (Yeah)
Nigga say he want a-, he can meet me right by Denny (Right there)
That's for baking soda Snoop, white bag inside the coupe (Bitch)
I need a truck for the kitties, I've been thinking Rover too
Niggas say a lot of-, but we really know the truth (Really know the truth)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause I really know the truth (Yeah, I really know the truth)
Ayy, dawg shit records, iced up records
Twenty on my neck, thirty on my left, thank you for the blessings (Look, look, look, look)
Codeine crazy, fuck around and missed breakfast
Hundred in the 'Rari, fuck around and missed the exit, nigga (Woo, woo)
[G.T.:]
Youngin and reckless
Thirty on the Presi, thirty on the necklace
Young nigga stressin', add some more pressure
We sell it straight, y'all recompress it
They just hit the D, cash straight from Texas, plug just blessing (Yeah)
Lil' niggas need to stop it, you got lil' pockets
I got Louis V bags 'cause it can't fit in the pocket
Got my Louis V kicks, cost me twelve hundred a pop
And I got blue hundreds on me, cup purple like Crocker
Nigga the whole crew on, you just countin' Ray pockets (Nice)
Before I wrote a song, I learned how to straight drop it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ninety days in the spot, I know how to make profit (For real)
Bro don't call a nigga phone, nigga if you ain't coppin'
[Tay B:]
Ayy, put a red dot on his nose is what I do to clowns
Too much dawg shit, so now I watch how I move around
Fucked every bad bitch in the city, I fuck hoochies now
Two years from now, they gon' be doing the shit I'm doing now
I got the trap looking like Tha Carter, call me Lucci now
Your Birdman, that's my, call me Tunechi now
My bitch don't rap, but she bussdown, called her Cuban Doll
I got the head, bitch, bye, call her Uber now
I got white, I got orange, I got blue and brown
Put a nigga on Fox like he Cleveland Brown
They ain't wanna see me up, they wanna see me down
I'm rich forever, they dick suckin' when they see me now
And nigga where was you, when I ain't have shit to lose?
When I ain't have that much to wear, when I ain't have that many shoes
Don't give a fuck what niggas think 'cause I don't have shit to prove
Me and Face ain't fucked up, but we go half on the food, nigga
Yeah, me and Face ain't fucked up but we go half on the food, nigga
Huh, yeah, me and G ain't fucked up but we go half on the food, yeah
Coach me, Joey
Yeah
My nigga Lee, I think we got another one
(I do this, I do this shit for fun by the way)
I can see this shit clear now
(The one by the way) 2020 vision
Yeah (Yeah)
Joey
Yeah, they tryna get me (Why?)
Ace of Spade, me and Tay went from fifty
I'ma buy the whole flo', try to fill it up with bitches (Yeah)
First round I want a tray, give me her, I wanna hit her
Got a text last night, "I'm proud of you", this Prada denim (Bitch)
Got it on me and it's in me, money on me and it's in me (And it's)
I wanna fuck her, so I put the bitch in Fendi (Yeah)
Nigga say he want a-, he can meet me right by Denny (Right there)
That's for baking soda Snoop, white bag inside the coupe (Bitch)
I need a truck for the kitties, I've been thinking Rover too
Niggas say a lot of-, but we really know the truth (Really know the truth)
I ain't worried 'bout shit, 'cause I really know the truth (Yeah, I really know the truth)
Ayy, dawg shit records, iced up records
Twenty on my neck, thirty on my left, thank you for the blessings (Look, look, look, look)
Codeine crazy, fuck around and missed breakfast
Hundred in the 'Rari, fuck around and missed the exit, nigga (Woo, woo)
[G.T.:]
Youngin and reckless
Thirty on the Presi, thirty on the necklace
Young nigga stressin', add some more pressure
We sell it straight, y'all recompress it
They just hit the D, cash straight from Texas, plug just blessing (Yeah)
Lil' niggas need to stop it, you got lil' pockets
I got Louis V bags 'cause it can't fit in the pocket
Got my Louis V kicks, cost me twelve hundred a pop
And I got blue hundreds on me, cup purple like Crocker
Nigga the whole crew on, you just countin' Ray pockets (Nice)
Before I wrote a song, I learned how to straight drop it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ninety days in the spot, I know how to make profit (For real)
Bro don't call a nigga phone, nigga if you ain't coppin'
[Tay B:]
Ayy, put a red dot on his nose is what I do to clowns
Too much dawg shit, so now I watch how I move around
Fucked every bad bitch in the city, I fuck hoochies now
Two years from now, they gon' be doing the shit I'm doing now
I got the trap looking like Tha Carter, call me Lucci now
Your Birdman, that's my, call me Tunechi now
My bitch don't rap, but she bussdown, called her Cuban Doll
I got the head, bitch, bye, call her Uber now
I got white, I got orange, I got blue and brown
Put a nigga on Fox like he Cleveland Brown
They ain't wanna see me up, they wanna see me down
I'm rich forever, they dick suckin' when they see me now
And nigga where was you, when I ain't have shit to lose?
When I ain't have that much to wear, when I ain't have that many shoes
Don't give a fuck what niggas think 'cause I don't have shit to prove
Me and Face ain't fucked up, but we go half on the food, nigga
Yeah, me and Face ain't fucked up but we go half on the food, nigga
Huh, yeah, me and G ain't fucked up but we go half on the food, yeah
