Recipe
West, you're insane
What you talking about?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
What you talkin' about?
Hit a couple licks, still trap a lil' bit but I'ma keep it on the low-low
They say I be doin' the most, I'm smokin on dope
While I run from the po-po
And you ain't never seen no shit like this
I be rockin' the Givenchy with the polo
And I still got a big bank roll on swol'
You can go and ask your ho for the info
Yeah, yeah
Look at my neck hey, fuck on that bitch
It's the minute man
You can catch me stickin' dick in a skinny bitch
Run up a set nigga, ain't got a penny, pens
Off white shirt and my shoes Valentino
Brand new coupe, all white like kilo
Hit 'em wit the choppa, make 'em dance like Tito
Bitch too easy, I hit it like a free throw (yeah)
And we done had hard times
Stood on the block wit' the 40, you dissin' the gang
A nigga get hall tied
Play with my niggas, they all died
Sack like something, I'm rocking designer (yeah), all kinds
I walk in the room and I'm covered in ice
If they look at me I leave 'em all blind
What you talking about?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
I had to grind and get it for me
Shoot up the street if you're dissin' the G
Ain't no cap on me
I know them Bloods gon' rob from me
Dripping that firm, attention to me
Pop me an addy and fuck to the beat
My body she here, she a freak in them sheets
Sits in the car and she wet up his feet
We done came a long way from the high parks
We were chuckin', we were runnin' from the police
All I need is one, two, three, four, five, six licks
I'ma ball like Kobe
I smoke a big Baton Woods and they stuck to the Met
Like a motherfuckin' ho, big burns
Bitch I just put out my wrist (ice)
I got eighty pointers in my Rolex
Remember them days we slept on the floor
Got a couple racks, now a nigga want more
Gucci my sweater, my pant Dior
I got this stick when I walk in the store
My nigga, that thot in a Foreign
You not gon' talk me like that with no whore
Load up the Glizzy, you shoot out the door
All of this ice until you're not sure
What you talkin' 'bout?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Blow on the block, strut with a stick and I bet he don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Ten?
I'm talking about Glocks, MAX-9 (uh)
Play with my gang, gon' bustin' their mind
My shooter gon' up here, he shootin' just fine
Juveniles 'fore they slayin' that, ay
Still get the feelin' I'm outta my mind
He can't cross that line, we're bustin' that out
I done wipin' his nose and throwin' a sight
Don't want no hoes, you ain't nothin' my kind
I got the Draco keepin' this safe
Play with that gang, get shot in yo' face
I'm fi blew up, put hum on the plate
Me and lil' bird, we stuck in L.A.
These niggas, they really some snakes
Strike and they know, threw him on the plate
I got the cave, he shot in yo' face
I'm gonna plot that nigga bro (safe, what you talkin' 'bout?)
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
(What you talkin' 'bout, bi-)
What you talking about?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
What you talkin' about?
Hit a couple licks, still trap a lil' bit but I'ma keep it on the low-low
They say I be doin' the most, I'm smokin on dope
While I run from the po-po
And you ain't never seen no shit like this
I be rockin' the Givenchy with the polo
And I still got a big bank roll on swol'
You can go and ask your ho for the info
Yeah, yeah
Look at my neck hey, fuck on that bitch
It's the minute man
You can catch me stickin' dick in a skinny bitch
Run up a set nigga, ain't got a penny, pens
Off white shirt and my shoes Valentino
Brand new coupe, all white like kilo
Hit 'em wit the choppa, make 'em dance like Tito
Bitch too easy, I hit it like a free throw (yeah)
And we done had hard times
Stood on the block wit' the 40, you dissin' the gang
A nigga get hall tied
Play with my niggas, they all died
Sack like something, I'm rocking designer (yeah), all kinds
I walk in the room and I'm covered in ice
If they look at me I leave 'em all blind
What you talking about?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
I had to grind and get it for me
Shoot up the street if you're dissin' the G
Ain't no cap on me
I know them Bloods gon' rob from me
Dripping that firm, attention to me
Pop me an addy and fuck to the beat
My body she here, she a freak in them sheets
Sits in the car and she wet up his feet
We done came a long way from the high parks
We were chuckin', we were runnin' from the police
All I need is one, two, three, four, five, six licks
I'ma ball like Kobe
I smoke a big Baton Woods and they stuck to the Met
Like a motherfuckin' ho, big burns
Bitch I just put out my wrist (ice)
I got eighty pointers in my Rolex
Remember them days we slept on the floor
Got a couple racks, now a nigga want more
Gucci my sweater, my pant Dior
I got this stick when I walk in the store
My nigga, that thot in a Foreign
You not gon' talk me like that with no whore
Load up the Glizzy, you shoot out the door
All of this ice until you're not sure
What you talkin' 'bout?
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Blow on the block, strut with a stick and I bet he don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Ten?
I'm talking about Glocks, MAX-9 (uh)
Play with my gang, gon' bustin' their mind
My shooter gon' up here, he shootin' just fine
Juveniles 'fore they slayin' that, ay
Still get the feelin' I'm outta my mind
He can't cross that line, we're bustin' that out
I done wipin' his nose and throwin' a sight
Don't want no hoes, you ain't nothin' my kind
I got the Draco keepin' this safe
Play with that gang, get shot in yo' face
I'm fi blew up, put hum on the plate
Me and lil' bird, we stuck in L.A.
These niggas, they really some snakes
Strike and they know, threw him on the plate
I got the cave, he shot in yo' face
I'm gonna plot that nigga bro (safe, what you talkin' 'bout?)
You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch
It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks
Spin on your block with a .40 Glock
Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss
This shit too easy, what you talking about Mick?
I'm talking about cash, paper, checks (uh)
My shooter be strapped with a tech
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me (uh)
I spent a check on my neck
I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone
I got the recipe
I don't need nobody to call on
I had to grind and go get it for me
(What you talkin' 'bout, bi-)
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