Straight Gassin'
I'm chopping in the kitchen with the intuition
Cooking food in the pot
The nigga is hot, hot on the block
Taking his shot
And making his shot
And he's running his reps
Cause he is the best
That nigga is me, so go call a ref
I'm bout to go karate chop on your bihhh
Cause she is a trick, she talking dat shit
Now run run run nigga run run run
Ima snap my fingers then the work is done
Ima hop on my plane then go take me a trip to Bangkok
Go and make me lots of racks
I'm supa fresh, I'm the best
I'm so polite, well dressed
And you know I'm up next
All y'all know the rest
Bacon and lettuce and cheese my nigga, I'm making a sandwhich you see
Got food in the kitchen we cooking for free
Baby wanted a taste, I gave her the cream
I'm mixing it up like I'm Chef Boyardee
And you know me, man I'm so so clean
Call me Mr Clean
Got dat ocd for the apb watch I make the team cause I'm so elite
I'm whipping around in a car that I never ever drove before
I'm goin to the store, to go get some more
I run out the door, I run out the door
I'm running around, in that fresh decor
I talk to your mom, I'm talking some more
I bought a cat, she cute as can be
I love her straight, straight to the core (Nigga)
Cooking noodles up in my kitchen
Got the grits pouring over biscuits
Make the bread, that is my mission
Turn the stove on and I light the ignition
Hop up in the car with my food on the go
Eating this beat like it was free rolls
My goals are controlled like the polls, that roll like patrols, yea
Rollin so slow, Malasis it go
You don't even see me, so don't even know
When it's goin down
Spark up the loud
Can you hear me now, Verizon is slow
Meet up with the homies in the same spot
Coming in clutch yeah we coming in hot
In a drop top
That's no lock
No don't stop
That's big bop
Bouncin like a bunny
And we raking in the money
And you know we goin dummy
And it's never fucking funny
When I'm raisin up the dead like a king, thats a mummy
All you little bitches gonna start on the running
Hop up in the Humvee on the gun like a gunny
When it cracks back
Oh that's that
You get smacked
God damn
Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
That loud pack
In the back pack
That's racks racks
Oh yeah, yeah
AJ and A1, on this track, like yeah!
Said, we just having fun bitch
Yeah it's almost done bitch
AJ just got something to say
So why don't you just listen, bitch
Cooking food in the pot
The nigga is hot, hot on the block
Taking his shot
And making his shot
And he's running his reps
Cause he is the best
That nigga is me, so go call a ref
I'm bout to go karate chop on your bihhh
Cause she is a trick, she talking dat shit
Now run run run nigga run run run
Ima snap my fingers then the work is done
Ima hop on my plane then go take me a trip to Bangkok
Go and make me lots of racks
I'm supa fresh, I'm the best
I'm so polite, well dressed
And you know I'm up next
All y'all know the rest
Bacon and lettuce and cheese my nigga, I'm making a sandwhich you see
Got food in the kitchen we cooking for free
Baby wanted a taste, I gave her the cream
I'm mixing it up like I'm Chef Boyardee
And you know me, man I'm so so clean
Call me Mr Clean
Got dat ocd for the apb watch I make the team cause I'm so elite
I'm whipping around in a car that I never ever drove before
I'm goin to the store, to go get some more
I run out the door, I run out the door
I'm running around, in that fresh decor
I talk to your mom, I'm talking some more
I bought a cat, she cute as can be
I love her straight, straight to the core (Nigga)
Cooking noodles up in my kitchen
Got the grits pouring over biscuits
Make the bread, that is my mission
Turn the stove on and I light the ignition
Hop up in the car with my food on the go
Eating this beat like it was free rolls
My goals are controlled like the polls, that roll like patrols, yea
Rollin so slow, Malasis it go
You don't even see me, so don't even know
When it's goin down
Spark up the loud
Can you hear me now, Verizon is slow
Meet up with the homies in the same spot
Coming in clutch yeah we coming in hot
In a drop top
That's no lock
No don't stop
That's big bop
Bouncin like a bunny
And we raking in the money
And you know we goin dummy
And it's never fucking funny
When I'm raisin up the dead like a king, thats a mummy
All you little bitches gonna start on the running
Hop up in the Humvee on the gun like a gunny
When it cracks back
Oh that's that
You get smacked
God damn
Say, yeah, yeah, yeah
That loud pack
In the back pack
That's racks racks
Oh yeah, yeah
AJ and A1, on this track, like yeah!
Said, we just having fun bitch
Yeah it's almost done bitch
AJ just got something to say
So why don't you just listen, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Mondaine Jr
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