[Lyric] Too Many to Count (Foodtang Clan)

[Intro]
I got way too many grillers in the past tense
Burger King came and flipped 'em like they was assets

[Chorus]
I got too many to count
I got too many to count
Travy patty pushin' me to do the greater things
Head on over to Kiki's if you want greater wings

[Bridge]
I was waiting in the wings with his bitch
I was dunking on the wings with his bitch (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Refrain]
Drive thru slidin
BK ridin
On the menu
It caught my eye and
Mac n' Cheeto, Cheeto fries, I'm decidin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'm decidin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
You better move, You better move
Needin' some food, KFC move
This just for breakfast, back around noon
Then after that, back around two
Szechwan, or tangy, or barbeque, yuh
Too many choices, I cannot choose
Takin' it all and I go to the moon, just like part 1, part 3, and part 2
I got part 4, she wanted more
I got Mac n' Cheetos and they all on the floor
I got too many in stock for the stores
I'm eatin' my tendies and they all endorsed, yuh

[Refrain]
Drive thru slidin
BK ridin
I got Chick-Fil-A
And it's high-end

[Pre-Chorus]
When I'm eatin', don't need no to go bag, bitch
I ain't got left-over fries, it's just a habit
I got way too many grillers in the past tense
Burger King came and flipped 'em like they was assets

[Chorus]
I got too many to count
I got too many to count (Yeaaah)
Travy patty pushin' me to do the greater things (Yeaaah)
Head on over to Kiki's if you want greater wings (Yeaaah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Too much to count, too much to count
Pull up checkout, what we about
Need extra hands for all of these bags to bring in the house
To bring in the house
BK, better be on the lookout
We get 'em, we take 'em you won't hear a sound
We grabbin' and goin' like this a takeout
Next thing you know, the king undergound
Gone
Next thing you know, no BKs in town
That's what I like, so don't fuck around
Try to stay open, they gettin' burnt down
Nah
We fannin' the flames, ain't no dyin' down
Ronald McDonald, we doin' him proud
Burger King pack and we smokin' it loud
Crashin' the car, it go right through the lounge
Hop out the Linc and we lettin' off rounds
Lettin 'em off, and it's shot after shot
We sprayin' 'em down 'til the king on the ground
Yuh
We pressin' the issue, ain't no lettin' up
Burger King usin' that cheese fuhmunda
We get him, we caught him, no he gon' suffer
[Outro]
That BK
Look closely
Can't see it
Not on me
That good shit
It's vaulted
It's vaulted (Nah, nah, nah)
That Wendy's
That's all me
I need it
I want it
Some fries cuz
They crispy
They salty
They salty