Bink Baghdad - Food Stamps Lyrics

I'm at the social services line you see that's me at the front
I introduced her as mama she said papi im your aunt
I got them junkies in compliance give me EBTs every month
The police banging at the door I said tell them I'm your son
Said what's that noise that's my son
Why the f*ck you think when you came to the door that little boy didn't run
I got them choppers in the floor right under floor board that's a gun
You'll think I'm with the marching Band when I walk to the store bring a drum you bring the flute you lil punk

Bink Baghdad fresh up out the you wouldn't believe what I done
I got the mini draco with me play stupid if you want
I'll take you back to the past blindfold you you wouldn't believe you my son
Kick your moms straight out take your blindfold out before the deed it was done
Bink Baghdad fresh up out the trenches like Adidas Rev run
That nigga asked do I got pistol I said I believe Um which one
Don't talk to me bout oppositions ima be like which one
Don't talk to me bout different bitches ima be like which one
Eenie meenie minee pick one
My bitches rolling up the weed they don't even smoke they got good lunges
I met her while she was getting wic and EBTs for her son
She get that child support check give that shit to me every month
She get her taxes Ima say ima flip that shit but I won't
You bitches crazy cuz they treat Bink bag like Victor Limon
I got a chick that said she want to suck my dick and my toe
This music not for little children hide your kids close your door
Your favorite rapper cap cuz he know Bink Baghdad is the Goat

I'm at the social services line you see that's me at the front
I introduced her as mama she said papi im your aunt
I got them junkies in compliance give me EBTs every month
The police banging at the door I said tell them I'm your son
Said what's that noise that's my son
Why the f*ck you think when you came to the door that little boy didn't run
I got them choppers in the floor right under floor board that's a gun
You'll think I'm with the marching Band when I walk to the store bring a drum you bring the flute you lil punk