6 Star Chef
Its getting spooky fa the opps i keep coming back
Im like a fiend on they block shooting in yo trap
But im confused cuz they sayin that they fuckin gangster
I just dont understand it cuz they aint shootin back
How you sittin round broke nigga get on it
That pack weak like a sofa you gone sit on it
I feel like mike vick i got that pit on me
Or more like the grouch cuz i got that green shit on me
Uh when i slide getem punched i aint talkin visa
187 same page i aint talkin beepers
Put the beam on hem fa 10 i call that a teener
Murdered out got his ass wrangeled thinkin jeepers creepers
Enough of that if everybody dead when you double back did you double back
My wack ass bm keep trana get me fuckin back
She made me nut wanted a hug i couldnt cuddle that
That nigga sweet call hem arizona put hem ona tee
All i do is scam i dont know why i got a ged
My teens going titan wit that boy and they been robin
Shot him and his bitch while they was high got they heart jumpin
He couldnt bubble that but me im like sponge bob im gone bubble that
My bitch ass thick her cheeks like two separate asses
My cat got horses cows and separate asses
In laymen terms i touch this pedal then im gone pass you
Damn gotta cross son like jesus
Keep thumping loud pounds nigga thats a speaker
I be scammin on phonics i dont need no reader
Im martin to these hoes see im just lookin for a gina
For my julius diamonds gold ima give em caesar
Since i got the bust down ap i act alil meaner
Was down at caesars when i copped that bitch i had a seizure
Come here lil bitch come here let me toss yo salad
I just told her that cuz she been runnin wit canbbage
Sheesh lil bad bitch she won a pageant
Fuck her for seven hours straight put her ina casket
Niggas keep hollin bout some work wit some hit in it
My cook like big momma with the whip she put her foot in it
Droppin baby on his neck it got that kid in it
Treat my opps like smokers mouth i put a sig in it
Run packs like reggie bush high bridge and kush
Lupe with the work i kick i push
She asked can we start a bond i ask can she cook
My bitch cook better then me she put her foot in it
Went to c brown with my opp and put his hood in it
Walkin down yo block fa the beef bitch whats good in it
Run my other opp up too put a wood in it
High five tron and we gone jump off the rope on you
Extortion on yo block im uncle sam come pay yo taxes
Her baby daddy ball i ball too but we in different brackets
He ina g league im ina g league you see me
Walkem down stand over the body i need 3 rings
Im like a fiend on they block shooting in yo trap
But im confused cuz they sayin that they fuckin gangster
I just dont understand it cuz they aint shootin back
How you sittin round broke nigga get on it
That pack weak like a sofa you gone sit on it
I feel like mike vick i got that pit on me
Or more like the grouch cuz i got that green shit on me
Uh when i slide getem punched i aint talkin visa
187 same page i aint talkin beepers
Put the beam on hem fa 10 i call that a teener
Murdered out got his ass wrangeled thinkin jeepers creepers
Enough of that if everybody dead when you double back did you double back
My wack ass bm keep trana get me fuckin back
She made me nut wanted a hug i couldnt cuddle that
That nigga sweet call hem arizona put hem ona tee
All i do is scam i dont know why i got a ged
My teens going titan wit that boy and they been robin
Shot him and his bitch while they was high got they heart jumpin
He couldnt bubble that but me im like sponge bob im gone bubble that
My bitch ass thick her cheeks like two separate asses
My cat got horses cows and separate asses
In laymen terms i touch this pedal then im gone pass you
Damn gotta cross son like jesus
Keep thumping loud pounds nigga thats a speaker
I be scammin on phonics i dont need no reader
Im martin to these hoes see im just lookin for a gina
For my julius diamonds gold ima give em caesar
Since i got the bust down ap i act alil meaner
Was down at caesars when i copped that bitch i had a seizure
Come here lil bitch come here let me toss yo salad
I just told her that cuz she been runnin wit canbbage
Sheesh lil bad bitch she won a pageant
Fuck her for seven hours straight put her ina casket
Niggas keep hollin bout some work wit some hit in it
My cook like big momma with the whip she put her foot in it
Droppin baby on his neck it got that kid in it
Treat my opps like smokers mouth i put a sig in it
Run packs like reggie bush high bridge and kush
Lupe with the work i kick i push
She asked can we start a bond i ask can she cook
My bitch cook better then me she put her foot in it
Went to c brown with my opp and put his hood in it
Walkin down yo block fa the beef bitch whats good in it
Run my other opp up too put a wood in it
High five tron and we gone jump off the rope on you
Extortion on yo block im uncle sam come pay yo taxes
Her baby daddy ball i ball too but we in different brackets
He ina g league im ina g league you see me
Walkem down stand over the body i need 3 rings
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Writer(s): Rysheed Hayes
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