Tha Kitchen

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Cartel!

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Fred! Shoot, Fred, shoot!

I'm rocking Polo mixed with that persona

Money, Draco in the backpack, kick it like it it's Ronald

Get the Draco, I might let it sing like La Bamba

I bust down my T, gave a fuck bout' a Honda

In the Escalade V, picking up some with mama

Push up with some loaded clips, pursue the drama

In Atlanta, bout to fuck up a comma

If you don't give the money, then I'm causing drama

Hold up, bitch I'm gettin jiggy

Double the 25, and do a 50

Used to hits of cocaine off some titties, partied hard like it's 2004, we're at Denny's

With Johnny Dang, screaming out, fuck Denny's

Fuck you OT, nah, come fuck with me

Hit Crip, got me feeling like, tuh, tuh, Timmy

Had his body on the hood, ran him over with a Hemi

Curly haired, with a taper fade, bitch, I'm heavyweight

Thuggin' in the hood, mama tellin' me there's a better way

Put it in his face, Imma have him wishing for better days

I was just playing OT, bitch I don't never play

Gooning with a 30K, Imma go and let it spray

On the Wockhardt, got me moving like a turtle race

Put a bag on your head, do him like a Butterface

Please believe me, I mean every word I say

You tryna get it, we sellin' chicken and biscuits

Welcome to Popeye Chicken

Jewelry expensive, I ain't get this with no pension

I bought this shit out tha' kitchen

More racks than tennis

My conversation is expensive, you better talk to my dentist

Push the weight off, like I'm lifting

Calculate digits, cuz keep a pole like he fishing

Money and bitches, won't walk around with no henchman

He came with us, he gon kill shit, come with conditions

You get around all this drippin', you just might find yourself pimpin'

You want the digits, keep askin' get put on the mission, but your stupid ass won't even listen

Don't get to trippin', this money get dropped off in shipments, and this shit might just go the distance

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You ain't hear that I was so cool, I can go to the pool, and the water don't move, ooo

I'm giving game like I own a few schools

I'm in the lane where they loan out the tools

I own the lane where the prostitutes use

Don't hurt your brain chasing me, blow a fuse

I run the game, the controller's on cruise

Gon' be in pain, tryna play me and lose

Stop it, you with a boss, I'm charging to talk

My pockets on full, they go, huh, like I'm Ross

If they had my hands, they might cut they hands off

You need a golf cart just to go around my house

This type of truck coming can transform and talk

Get turned on by money, might turn into the hulk

I know some big dogs who just bite, that don't bark

This iron on me, man, like my name Tony Stark

I might write a book, titled how to go get it

I got the look to say get to the business

You want to cook, get the proper equipment

Dope in they nails, and it's so finger lickin'

I talked to NASA and they told me, Houston, we don't have a problem cause Bo really drippin' I'm with the gators and sharks eatin' fishes

Let me put you on to something real quick, ****

You tryna get it, we sellin' chicken and biscuits

Welcome to Popeye Chicken

Jewelry expensive, I ain't get this with no pension

I bought this shit out tha' kitchen

More racks than tennis

My conversation is expensive, you better talk to my dentist

Push the weight off, like I'm lifting

Calculate digits, cuz keep a pole like he fishing

Money and bitches, won't walk around with no henchman

He came with us, he gon kill shit, come with conditions

You get around all this drippin', you just might find yourself pimpin'

You want the digits, keep askin' get put on the mission, but your stupid ass won't even listen

Don't get to trippin', this money get dropped off in shipments, and this shit might just go the distance

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