Fed Talk

Who dat on the phone he talking fed talk Click on that nigga that's a dead walk Yo money on fold that's a dead talk My pack seasoned up Our duffle bag stuffed We get'em all in I treat ya like a dog Gone feed ya the food I bust ya head to the meat Turn ya mind to food Yo nigga on me Bitch I wouldn't lie to you I don't want him send him back Or set fire to him He's a fed baby So I'm gone set fire to him And ima sit on daddy dick He got that fire to him And that dick hit different When that bag stuck to him And ima turn up for a Check So pass him to me Ima pearl his blunts and lick his nuts F*ck around his thumb in my butt Yeah that's what's up I love dope boys That play with big toys That make big noise And I take off on any nigga Play with my boys Hannnnn Who dat on the phone he talking fed talk Click on that nigga that's a dead walk Yo money on fold that's a dead talk My pack seasoned up Our duffle bag stuffed We get'em all in