[Intro]
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Here’s food for thought, (yeah)
Bitch, you a thot (okay)
Let it marinate then put it in the pot (yuh)
That’s on 100, all my Benji’s in flocks (yuh)
Pretzels not embezzled these legitimate knots
I work for my paper like I’m choppin down trees (yeah)
Make it rain on ya mutha got her rakin’ up leaves (haha)
Fuck the government and the government fees (wooh)
Gun to my mac cam, I hope the government sees (ooh)
N***** tryna mac, that’s cheesy (ha)
Perfected my Kraft comе and taste it believе me (let’s go)
Inspired by 3 stacks and little weezy
I’m sick of you new n*****, I’m gettin’ a little queasy
26 by the time this shit drops (yeah)
That’s 15 years that I studied to get the spot now
Do the math, I started 4 after 7
Good afternoon, still here, been packin’ a Mac-11 n****
[Chorus]
I’m about to eat sis, (haha)
Enchilada
Lace me in the Gucci and the Fendi and the Prada (uh)
Bitch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
You fuckin’ with a new age n**** don dada (dada)
I’m about to eat sis, enchilada
Lace me in the Gucci and the Fendi and the Prada (prada)
Bitch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada (nada)
You fuckin’ with a new age n**** don dada
[Instrumental]
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
Killa Killa, What the fuck you gon’
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You can pick the beat
I’ll kill it eenie meenie miney mo
I’mma be above you even when you on ya tippy toe
You anti-climatic, I’m the mutha’ fuckin’ antidote
I counteract you toxic muthafuckas understand me doe
Yo rhymes fishy like a can of sardines
My rhymes fresh like dryer sheets and I’m new like Orleans
Soon to be the cover of the magazines
Soon to be the brother who has overcame by any means
Necessary
Been cold like Ben & Jerry
Win gold, I’m legendary
Ten fold, I’m comin’ heavy
You boys ain’t workin’
When you say you comin heavy, nah
You n***** beat ya meat until it’s noodles like spaghetti
Picture me the missing piece of every industry
A little eye candy plus the baddest n**** lyrically
I could probably pull ya son and ya daughter
Ocean Kelly out in Tokyo, Peace, Sayonara
[Chorus]
I’m about to eat sis, (hahaha)
Enchilada (yeah)
Lace me in the Gucci and the Fendi and the Prada (god damn)
Bitch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
You fuckin’ with a new age n**** don dada (dada)
I’m about to eat sis, enchilada
Lace me in the Gucci and the Fendi and the Prada
Bitch boy hatin’ on my drip got nada
You fuckin’ with a new age n**** don dada
[Outro]
I keep it so real (c’mon)
So right
Cuz that’s just how I’m feelin’ (c’mon, ah, c’mon)
All night
I keep it so real (c’mon)
So right
Cuz that’s just how I’m feelin’ (ah)
All night (yeah)
Industry Candy was written by Ocean Kelly.
Ocean Kelly released Industry Candy on Fri Jun 11 2021.