Recipe 2

Damjonboi Uh Count that shit up, hurry up, hurry up Goddamn, you takin' all goddamn day Count that shit fast Don't play with it, woo If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose I would give this bitch my all, dawg, but bitches be choosing It's ups and downs in this shit, stack it up just to lose it Would let you shoot the bag, but I don't like how you move it I told the bitch just throw it back, yeah, that's how you do it My slime just brought it back, we slap five to thumb through it My hitter brazy, he come back and he say that's how you shoot it When I sip the Hi-Tech, yeah, it keep me boolin' I'm tryna dodge the hook while I'm driving on Coolidge I mean driving on Boolidge I hit the bitch on Tuesday, I think her name was Ruby They wanna take these pictures, dawg, my life like a movie When that stick get to flashing, dawg, that shit not a movie Boy, you better move it Got the automatic vert, dawg, I feel like Lil Uzi She say, "I swear I love your songs, man, I feel like a groupie" We gon' hustle wintertime, summertime, make a movie If it came down to it, I'd pick the money over you I'd pick the drugs over you, I'd pick the plug over you I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon I done felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds It's gon' hurt for me to leave, dawg, but I gotta do it I put them hitters on your neck, boy, just like a noose Man, I'll crash the whip, dawg, 'fore I spill the juice I told her move her hands, nah, bitch, let me do it We was skipping in the halls, you was a excellent student Dawg, now you the shooter I just talk what I seen, that's how I speak it so fluent If you slip on the scene, you catch a fade like Lil Boosie I'm in the MMG, got his hoes swimming to me She want me to fly her out, but I need more than just pussy Man, when it come down to it, it's 'bout the bag, yeah, the pros Don't trust these bitches, they hoes Don't let nobody see the load Don't let nobody here know That the money in the floor I got a thirty in the pole Hottest songs in the city, they ain't booking us for shows Yeah, it's time for us to go Yeah, it's time to hit the road They don't want to let us in Shit, it's time to kick the door (what's wrong?) Boy