Ayebloke - Collard Greens (Soul Food) Lyrics

Nights like this make me write like this
Pass the light, spark swish
Follow thru, J.R Smith
Got the juice like I'm Bish
Ops on my dick
Put a rock on my chick
Send a knot to my sis
It get hot den a bitch
It get hot
And you know it
Gimme 7 on the dice
Bitch I'm rollin
Dippin down the block
Hear the speakers knock
RIP to knock
Shit RIP the block

Couldnt believe it this shit hit me like a brick of cement
Like what's the reason, I'm pretty sure that I cursed to Jesus
How to relieve this, I need a pitcher of something brewing
Man what the f*ck was she thinking I'm sure you probably knew it
Had to get the currency flow the liquid was probably fluid
Needing all the streams of the dough and this is how we do it
Pick a sport or come with a flow
Then we hit hollywood
Build you up to burn down the store
Ask wendy how she doing

Got sum collard green
Nigga twist up
Soul food
This one for my sista
Locked inside the bing
Damn we really miss ya
Soul Food

F*ck taking it slowly
We tryna ball like Kobe
She was a roadrunner turned ileyW Coyote
Tryna be mad man put that on the brodie
The city in flames fam
The sky getting Smokey
In the spur of moment
You Gotta step like Ginobili
Ain't no room for the holy
Overflow of the phony
Ain't no trust for the co-d
And you can't call the homies
You end up on ya lonely
Play in the station like Sony
Gimme a break
She need a break
What does it take now?
Get outta my own way
I try to relay the shit to my brain now
Shell be gone till December
She'll be gone till December
Got me thinking what the f*ck is in West Virginia