600 Degreez

Hey, don't be in my kitchen playin', fuckin' up the food Ain't seen my bitch all week, she got an attitude I told her chill out with that shit cause I ain't in the mood Finna beat the rex and my pockets leave them bitches bruised Ridin' from the A quarter bricks, stuffed in a inner tube Spenders come for white and tan I'm sellin' bitch and dude I mix the woo and soda whippin' till them bitches fuse Caught a contact in my kitchen, you ain't used to fumes I got a closet full of sticks and I ain't talkin' brooms When we put them bitches on the road, rap em up with lube Ayy, folks, roll the window down cause who the fuck is dude Intercept the pack, drop the prices like them bitches used I'll grab the switchy spray that bitch off like some perfume silencer go phew When I squeeze, you won't hear a boom Ayy, wrap them bricks up like a mummy, stash them in a tomb A nigga playin', I'ma send him to the upper room I'm in this bitch high off the Perks and the Mushroom Havin' pape like I'm Richie Rich, this ain't a cartoon 2023, 9-11, hit a car soon Hit the dog wrong, it's gon' make your action heart boom Niggas pretenders, you ain't never really seen the blender You ain't never had a flip phone full of spenders Swipin' niggas' heads in the field, what we call an inter Ception' in the kitchen, sweatin', cookin' like I'm makin' dinner Niggas be actin' like they vets, but really they beginners Niggas be cappin' on the gram, everyone's a winner Niggas love flexin' with they catch until they lose they dinner In the kitchen, marinatin' food, but I won't leave it tender My action asked me, where you at? I said, I'm pullin' up on Bender I love my heads like they family, all my favorite spenders Pull up on the curb, broad day, and serve him through the window Sticks with them switches, but my niggas do not play Nintendo Fifty-five hundred, get a quarter-leg chicken dinner True to the game, stuck to the code, I'm finally winnin Believed in myself the whole time, and now I finally did it Shoutout to my niggas with the movement, cause I represent it Madd life militia, bitch, paper over-problems in it I can fly to Cali if I want, but I'ma have to send it Conceal the bitches so good in the box, they can't tell what's in it Niggas askin' what the bowls cost, but they ain't finna spend it Don't be cappin' lyin, tellin' stories, and then put me in it Twenty-two for, last bowl is you gon' come and get it Anytime they put me on a track, you know I'm comin' with it Nowadays, these niggas honor rats , so I ain't fuckin' with it Intercept a play in the field, start runnin' with it Every coupe and every Glock we got, they got a button in it Pull up on a bitch in a Batmobile, she suck me in it Baby girls will squirter, but I still might let her fuck me in it Call me with some money, I'ma pull up quick and come and get it In my kitchen, countin' up, while rolling smokin' pluffins in it Egg beaters all around this bitch, I don't cook muffins with it Niggas rappin', cappin' bout this shit, but they ain't never lived it Another killer look me in my eyes, and they can tell I'm with it One of the sickest out my city, ain't many that's fuckin' with me And I can show some love, but piss me off, and I won't show no pity I play it smooth while rappin' on the track, so feds won't come and get me Twp zips up in a pot, I whip it, now its dancin' like it's Diddy Dump grams for 65 to Chelsea B, so she keep fuckin' with me Your favorite rapper or your baby daddy, he ain't not fuckin' with me He never had his line beatin', ridin' around, dumping fifties or Took the Glock and aimed it at a nigga, squeeze it till it's empty Or in the kitchen, exercise his wrist until he break the zippy Made a couple phone calls and got us sold in a jiffy Nigga