Chef Tate Outro
Kickin shit like mesi who wanna test me
Im in love with that coca I aint talking nestle
One on one can't nobody check me
And my girl shoot too I nick named her stephie
Read yo bitch brain she game me telepathy
Yea you see the chef cooking yea I got the recipe
Im chillin smoking aint no stress in me
I just thank god every day because he be blessing me
Wake up in the morning and I made some extra cheese
Put his ass on ice yea mr freeze
Got me mesmerized like wiz khaleaf
Tyreek hill yea im feeling like a chief
I was thirteen I was really in the streets
At that age I realized niggas could fuck with me
Now im higher than dumbo feet
She like to ride bikes with the jumbo seats
And his mans like why you put the pump on me
I need the money and the gas I left his ass on e
Y'all forgot im the goat yea on the slow beat
Come out the blue shooting like moe Pete
Rollin up that gas Inhaled 2 much like
I'm feelin too good got dayum im thru the roof like
I had to boss up took to many losus
Almost lost my trust but keep it rolling like a truck
Not time for fallouts my niggas we ball out
Quit rollin them dark stouts im whippin the bikes now
450 my life style I'll pipe it up in a crowd
125's for the dolls 220 come get a ounce
reclux clutch got me driftin like dk
Say fuck what the speed say ride out on them e ways
Hit 12 that's the next day
Stayed prayed up thru them stress waves
Knowin betta days on the way like a holiday
Young and gifted
Im in love with that coca I aint talking nestle
One on one can't nobody check me
And my girl shoot too I nick named her stephie
Read yo bitch brain she game me telepathy
Yea you see the chef cooking yea I got the recipe
Im chillin smoking aint no stress in me
I just thank god every day because he be blessing me
Wake up in the morning and I made some extra cheese
Put his ass on ice yea mr freeze
Got me mesmerized like wiz khaleaf
Tyreek hill yea im feeling like a chief
I was thirteen I was really in the streets
At that age I realized niggas could fuck with me
Now im higher than dumbo feet
She like to ride bikes with the jumbo seats
And his mans like why you put the pump on me
I need the money and the gas I left his ass on e
Y'all forgot im the goat yea on the slow beat
Come out the blue shooting like moe Pete
Rollin up that gas Inhaled 2 much like
I'm feelin too good got dayum im thru the roof like
I had to boss up took to many losus
Almost lost my trust but keep it rolling like a truck
Not time for fallouts my niggas we ball out
Quit rollin them dark stouts im whippin the bikes now
450 my life style I'll pipe it up in a crowd
125's for the dolls 220 come get a ounce
reclux clutch got me driftin like dk
Say fuck what the speed say ride out on them e ways
Hit 12 that's the next day
Stayed prayed up thru them stress waves
Knowin betta days on the way like a holiday
Young and gifted
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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