Junk Food

[Chorus: Tre Mission]

Corn by the zip for the rusty

Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty

I don't chase gyal, that's thisty

I was doing trey with the custies

Trust me, the feds wanna poach me

These niggas on the road wanna hunt me

ACE got the scram and he brung me

He's down for the ride and he's dumpy

[Verse 1: Tre Mission]

Know I've got the junk food everytime

Junk food there for the junkies

Chunks of the cha cha on deck

Crunch that down 'cause they're chunky

64785

Dun know, trap line trunky

Who say the Milly ain't live?

VP line where the thugs be

Mission man back and it's grungy, yo

Ever since ACE said whoa

Kane told me keep it low

I was knee-deep in snow

He was knee-deep in sniff

I was too deep with bro

Now I'm waist-deep in this work

'Cause we was too deep in his home

Corn by the ounce and the fiends out

Purp in the cup like we leaned out

Tizzy Gang coming like Barça

Know what it is when the team's out

New hitlist for the new year

Coming like it's gonna get cleaned out

These niggas move like hoes

All they wanna do is get peened out

[Chorus: Tre Mission]

Corn by the zip for the rusty

Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty

I don't chase gyal, that's thisty

I was doing trey with the custies

Trust me, the feds wanna poach me

These niggas on the road wanna hunt me

ACE got the scram and he brung me

He's down for the ride and he's dumpy

[Verse 2: Cadell]

07950 79-

8805, my brudda, let's break bread

If you bag food bare-hands, you're a basehead

How you gonna touch it and you don't use latex?

Came from the bold in the east

YGs roll with heat so discrete like Tre said

Time's money and money can't be wasted

If they don't wanna listen then make them

Came from the 3, got niggas in the 6

And beef in the 9 (got beef with the opps)

Can't ask if I done that

Why you speaking of crime? (don't speak to the opps)

I stay two steps ahead

Just bobbing and weave with the time (bob, then I weave)

I said two steps ahead

Bob, weave with the times (buss shot like)

And I'd be lying if I said it's just bars

When I die, all my akhis will make dua

And I put one hand on the Bible

No disrespect to the Qur'an

Because religion and politics ain't stopping us

We've got the block on the back for one nation

I've recently seen the light

And I'm starting to become patient

[Bridge: Cadell]

I did a little dab for the feds

And I don't even like that dance

How you gonna call for a big bit

Talking 'bout buying in parts?

I did a little dab for the feds

And I don't even like that dance

How you gonna call for a big bit

Talking 'bout buying in parts?

[Chorus: Tre Mission]

Corn by the zip for the rusty

Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty

I don't chase gyal, that's thisty

I was doing trey with the custies

Trust me, the feds wanna poach me

These niggas on the road wanna hunt me

ACE got the scram and he brung me

He's down for the ride and he's dumpy

[Verse 3: Merky ACE]

Waist-deep, I ain't tryna drown, though

Used to be a pauper, still had a crown though

Most reckless YG with a south flow

In the music scene, in the trap house blow

We move to fiends, didn't man's spouse know?

Give them the number, gone, missing

You was inside doing 'narn, fishing

Said it's just head, why was y'all kissing?

Broke boy, you ain't got time for relations

You ain't got scrams, you're faking

Home invasions, ting called infiltration

True colours show and them man are all paigons

And I don't rate them, but they all rate me

How you get boxed and talk? That's lame, B

How you get wrapped and you got your .380?

Everyone talking 'bout shooting

Till it's in their palm, then a man ah move shaky

Called up Johnny, he was like "no way, G"

Then VS came through with the slap weh

Dare a man pass through, he can get slapped there

Hands on Tre or C?

That's a draw-out for man like A-C-E

Immediately

Like when the yout came crying to me

I flew off the stage, put him to sleep 'cause I'm active

Walk round with tings, make man backflip

Jump out of bush and then brandish

Don't think I come with no matchstick

Hold the flamethrower two-handed

Ain't a flamethrower but it tans skin

Up and down the hill, I was panting

Ten toes up, tryna stack for a mansion

But I've got a trailer

Skrrt for the living in a ride like Ricky

Beat your girl on a backseat with no Jimmy

Then I do the dash cuh the cats call fi me

Oh so Tizzy

Bangers and mash with the junk food, you see me?

[Bridge: Cadell]

I did a little dab for the feds

And I don't even like that dance

How you gonna call for a big bit

Talking 'bout buying in parts?

[Chorus: Tre Mission]

Corn by the zip for the rusty

Cup on the scale 'cause it's dusty

I don't chase gyal, that's thisty

I was doing trey with the custies

Trust me, the feds wanna poach me

These niggas on the road wanna hunt me

ACE got the scram and he brung me

He's down for the ride and he's dumpy

Know I've got the junk food everytime

Junk food there for the junkies

Chunks of the cha cha on deck

Crunch that down 'cause they're chunky

64785

Dun know, trap line trunky

Who say the Milly ain't live?

VP line where the thugs be