Soul Food lyrics

[Verse 1: Que]
I got birds in the box like J.I. Crickets
You wanna come and get it, got a four load ticket
Got weed, got beans to go on the side
Even got syrup to pour on your biscuits
My grandma always trippin on me
Cause I used the pots, and I ain't washed the dishes
I feed the J's like hollidays, they say a n*gga dope taste so expensive
Said I love my plug, cause he show me love, and he always keep a young n*gga fed
Got the breast, got the wing, got the thigh, got 'em all, can even come cop you a leg
I wake up in thе morning, then I hit it with the fork, make 'еm breakfast for the day, no egg
I keep the toast [on ?] while I'm serving butter, cause I keep me a lotta bread

[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the chef, that was damb good
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the plug, that was damb good

[Verse 2: Que]
My IPhone, I keep playing
My pap phone a Motorola
That kush pack could get in your mouth, but you can wash it down with that cola
I remix it with the baking soda
Damb, you ain't even know it
But the dish I cooked was so ham, you still came back for left overs
My uncle cooking them tados, while I'm f*cking round with that drank
Just meet me at my grandma house, I fix your ass a plate
I got a [lushed tone ?] to take food stamps, I got a senior citizen's discount
Me and Freshco got the best dope, just meet me over at his house
[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the chef, that was damb good
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the plug, that was damb good

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Quavo!
Cooking up cookies, you n*ggas is pus*y
A fed in the game, you n*ggas is rookys
You walk in my hood with the hundred band jug
My young n*ggas on you, I know that they [?]
Young quavo got them cakes and the pies
Young Quavo got burgers and fries
Come place your order, it's over the boarder
I'm selling [?] with no eyes
My trap be trampoline jumping
Got corn bread in the oven
If you want the whole thing, got a good collard greens
Gotta purchass one muffin
See [?] he my cousin
But he don't really need me nothing
Feds hit the spot, put the work in the addic
12 ain't even see nothing
[Chorus: Mike Fresh]
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the chef, that was damb good
Damb good chicken, damb good greens
Damb good corn bread, damb good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Complements to the plug, that was damb good