Soul Food Que & Mike Fresh (Ft. Quavo)

[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 nigga dope taste so expensive
Said I love my plug, cause he show me love, and he always keep a young nigga 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]
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the chef, that was damn good
Damn good chicken, damn good greens
Damn good corn bread, damn good beans
Had to scrape my plate, just to feed my hood
Compliments to the plug, that was damn good

[Verse 2: Que]
My IPhone, I keep playing
My pap phone a Motorola
That kush pack give you cotton mouth, but you can wash it down with that cola
I remix it with the baking soda
Damn, 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 tators, while I'm fucking round with that drank
Just meet me at my grandma house, I fix your ass a plate
I got a [?] to take food stamps, I got a senior citizen's discount
Me and Fresco got the best dope, just meet me over at his house