Kitchen 2.0 (feat. HDOUBLEOD)

A lot of rappers claim they killers, but they never stand on that business

Stop all that sneak dissing, walk with me through the trenches

If you want it, come and get it yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I'm back up in that kitchen yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I got different trap houses, I sold a thousand ounces

Its snowing 'alot of powder, don't serve no out-of-towner

Got coke white like Madonna, I cook up like Benihana

I still be in the trap, by myself without a gunner

I'm clutching on this 40, I stay close to my lil' buddy

Bad bitches love me, and I love em' cause they slutty

Wake up thinking bout the money, I hop fresh up out the mud

Gave em' blood, sweat, and tears, then I found myself a plug

I move heavyweight, look at me in better shape

I don't bend or fold, no, my loyalty never break

The hottest under the sun, coming second to none

**** jealous, be dissin', it's easier said than done

I gave the game all, but they wanted more

Now I just wanna ball and run up the score

Man, it's trap shit like a sport

Day-to-day, I count it up, a day late, dollar short

A lot of rappers claim they killers, but they never stand on that business

Stop all that sneak dissing, walk with me through the trenches

If you want it, come and get it yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I'm back up in that kitchen yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I'm back gettin' my hands dirty, back gettin' them pants dirty

I'm fitted', my stance sturdy, you chillin', I'm gram-servin

I'm baggin' and thumbin', it got my fingers and hands hurtin

Sellin' green, tan, purple, whatever you can purchase

I buy my companions purses to stuff, my G lock in it

No loafin', I'm locked in, I'm trappin' and block spinnin

Beautiful broad, but the bitch move like she Rah Digger

Got beauty and bronze, but she a shoot and a robbed

****, this shit on the floor, sick with no remedy, though

Mixin' my remedy with coke, givin' my enemy smoke

It's super gremlin mode, that's what they grimacin info

I'll send a brick to yo door, wrapped in a ribbon and bow

Pull-ups and pull-offs, shit resemble a give and a go

Neck and, my wrist is just froze, yeah, everything glitters is gold

I gotta step up with bows , this shit ridiculous, gross

600 zips on the plane, might be six figures or more,

A lot of rappers claim they killers, but they never stand on that business

Stop all that sneak dissing, walk with me through the trenches

If you want it, come and get it yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I'm back up in that kitchen yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

A lot of rappers claim they killers, but they never stand on that business

Stop all that sneak dissing, walk with me through the trenches

If you want it, come and get it yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen

I'm back up in that kitchen yeah, I'm back up in that kitchen