Well Fed

Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah I need a tank full I need a bank full I need a plate full Put food on my table I turned the tables For that I'm so gartefull For life I'm so thankful Niggas they fake they be switching up Me & you we don't see eye to eye He ain't me, I ain't that other guy You can reach me on a satellite I don't wanna answer my phone Hit me a blunt & I'm gone He want a zip of the strong He say why you taking so long I will put one in yo head Have you sleeping with the dead I be counting the deads My shit is fresh off the press That bitch she liking my tone She put her jack in my phone Later I'm taking her home She like when we kick it alone Ohhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh Ohhhhhhhhhhh Hahahaha See, these niggas got a problem with With being original Haha I don't have that problem You see me I know how to switch it up F*ck what a nigga say & f*ck how you feel Hahaha Niggas they fake they be switching up Me I just keep it traditional Me I just keep it habitual Turn fake boy you know what that skrilla do Niggas they snakes serpents Bitches they leaches they lurking You know I'm constantly working My bitch she trying to be perfect Give her the world she deserve it Every penny yeah I earned it Gotta pay me for my service Got a blunt full of sherbet Got a blunt full of sherbet Boy you baby, Boy you Gerber