Drive-Thru Deathmatch

Lyrics

Intro
Pull up, window down
Who the f*ck want beef now
Red bags, gold crowns
Fast food war in a ghost town (skrrt)

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, f*ck yo’ meal deal (yeah)
Grease on the floor, that’s a slip, that’s a kill field (brrt)
Four chains in a row, we don’t play nice (nah)
KFC, Mickey D’s, Wendy’s, Burger King fight (fight)
Drive-thru deathmatch, talk big, get fried (fried)
Salt in the cut, ketchup drip, red tide
If you ain’t top bun, better get in line
Four logos, one throne, one headline (woo)

Verse 1
I’m McDonald’s, b*tch, golden M like a halo
Clown in the cut make your whole squad lay low
Billions served, I don’t beef with small fries
You a kids’ menu opp with the tall lies
Wendy tryna tweet, that’s cute, lil’ shade
I flip ice cream machines into hand grenades
BK say “have it your way,” that’s cap-talk
Your king got jumped, cardboard crown in the trash walk
KFC, you a bucket, I’m a whole damn planet
Got arches in every city, you can’t stand it
I’m the reason your lil’ nuggets even dream big
You all side dishes, I’m the f*ckin’ main gig (hey!)

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, f*ck yo’ meal deal
Grease on the floor, that’s a slip, that’s a kill field
Four chains in a row, we don’t play nice
KFC, Mickey D’s, Wendy’s, Burger King fight
Drive-thru deathmatch, talk big, get fried
Salt in the cut, ketchup drip, red tide
If you ain’t top bun, better get in line
Four logos, one throne, one headline

Verse 2
Ayy, Wendy’s in the window, hair red, talk slick
Square patties, sharp edges, every bar brick
Clown look shook when the roast go live
I drag whole menus, I don’t just snatch fries
KFC, dusty, can’t touch my grill marks
You a side of regret, I’m a landmark
BK, fake flames, that’s a cosplay king
Plastic throne, paper ring, lil’ drama queen
Mickey D’s brag big ‘bout them long-ass lines
That’s just people mad ‘cause you f*cked up they fries
I’m the one they tag when they want that heat
You tweet, I eat, that’s the whole damn feat (woah)

Bridge
KFC ad-libs in
I’m the motherf*ckin’ bucket, whole squad in the bag (b*tch)
Secret on my skin, eleven ways I brag (finger-lickin’)
Colonel on the collar, talk down get dragged
I turn wings into war, red flag, toe tag
Beat drops lower, BK steps in
BK in the back, flame kiss that smoke
I’m the king of the grill, you a drive-thru joke
Cardboard crown, yeah I still run sh*t
Got a stack on the flame, every bar get lit (lit)

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, f*ck yo’ meal deal
Grease on the floor, that’s a slip, that’s a kill field
Four chains in a row, we don’t play nice
KFC, Mickey D’s, Wendy’s, Burger King fight
Drive-thru deathmatch, talk big, get fried
Salt in the cut, ketchup drip, red tide
If you ain’t top bun, better get in line
Four logos, one throne, one headline