Adamn k**a - Feast lyrics

[Hook: Hyype] They bought the vino For the divino Designer down Do business that is illegal We puffin weed smoke Round table full of people Of much importance Drugs imported La familia lethal Feast My n***as eat My brother My Folk My Peep Slang White from the west to the east Bring the steak bring the fish lets feast Feast My n***as eat My brother My Folk My Peep Slang White from the west to the east Bring the steak bring the fish lets feast [Verse 1: Lucki Eck$] I ordered patience Waited for it UPS told me they lost the sh** Lost my f**in mind But found that sh** all in a box and sh** Your homies dropping dimes I heard he playing like Chris Paul and sh** Money on my line Trap got no 3 way So don't call me b**h I'm callin' it I think something iffy bout y'all But it's enough good bait to get that fishy out y'all Got my bread mixed up Got that jiffy up dog Flexin' witcho kiddy money Y'all a bunch of Disney stars Get my f**in' Diddy on Take that sh** and getty on It's that straight pack boy I don't smoke no nitty dog Pop 8 xans and smell it all b**h I'm that n***a hoe "Lucki why you rob ya man?" sh**, I don't remember folks Boy I'm bossy in this b**h Getting balky in this b**h Wanna use a metaphor you gotta call me in this b**h I just talk what's in my ring I'm Jim Ross up in this b**h Verse, Feature, show or dope boy it be costy in this b**h Like [Hook: Hyype] [Verse 2: Adamn k**a] Adamn can never save no thot A damn baby and what they want These b**hes only make me cum Can not save one, never wife one I get the guap And you get none Margelia's they cost half a ton I'm witcho b**h I'm gettin' stoned I'm with the guys on Foe n' Em Get back f** n***a gotta get back These n***as don't get sack I'm wearing and n***as ain't got that moncler Grown n***as can't get that I be with ya b**h And ya b**h with the guys And them lil boys gon' get clapped I would say it two times But won't waste my time Dumb n***a don't get that Baby like a damn baby how do you go so damn crazy I don't know but how the f** is you so good at the s**ing D What the f** you want from me Cuz you not getting sh** from me On me I put that sh** on me AYE Gang gang baby [Hook: Hyype] [Verse 3: Hyype] Told me if I bought a quarter I could flip to 50 gees Smoke a trey fin in the morning praying for my enemies Told my daddy to look over as I cruise within these streets I know these p**y motherf**ers tryna be the end of me Boy I wanna Masarati with the features all on chrome Feeling like the Wolf of all streets speeding switching getting dome 11th Realm 11th letter southside raised me that's my home You've been finessed by finesse shout out Lucki that's my bro Roll with jefes I'm that ese Much respected round the globe Boy I'm pimpin sellin C and you is looking like a hoe Vintage Juvenia up on me insinuates that I GLO b**h you useless are you stupid this right here's Italian gold Bring the liquor if you want I'm a meet you in the front But a n***a never front I'm a light another blunt I'm a get a little stoned Cuz I got a smoke strong Bought two cell phones to sell them bones A metric ton secured with guns with n***as Holding from my home Want to be a billionaire and smoke good weed all up in Rome hoe