Turkey Sandwich & Chips

[Intro]
I'm fuckin' with this beat, heh
Sound like I got a motherfuckin' African band with me or somethin'
Heh, yeah

[Verse]
Y'all think that I care 'bout this rap shit?
I really been on some damn trap shit
My plug just hit my phone and said, "Fat Dave, I just got some new bags in"
It's a drought in the ville, so I'm taxin'
I just put some OG in the package
When it come to this juggin', you know I'm a fanatic
I dropped out of school, but I'm good with mathematics
These niggas ain't shooters, these niggas be cappin'
When I come to your city, I ain't tryna patch it
I ain't never worried 'bout no little thot
If you see me on TV, just know I'm getting cash
Special stay in the rental, getting backends
And that .30 on me, I ain't ever did lackin'
I ain't even worried 'bout no beef, go ask the last nigga what happened
You can't with me, gang slaughters and DOA
He got caught slippin', got shot in the face
Get out of line and get put in your place
I went to the pawn shop and got a K
Catch a body, bond out the next day
I feel like Lil Boosie, I think that I'm crazy
My baby mama hate me, but still call my phone like, "Come get your baby"
Smokin' exotic, this shit got me lazy
Woke up, rolled a blunt, then I baked it
I mixed the dead opps with the Runtz
Hand me a lighter, I'm finna face it