Recipe
Yeah, movies, Get the bag
You ready nigga
Wake the fuck up nigga
Bugging the fuck out
Nigga, we need at least 2 M's
Its no way I'm leaving
There with nothing nigga
And you better straighten
The fuck up nigga
And get ya act right, by the time we Get there you gon fuck around
Make us get bumped
I Aint wit none of that shit
And they gon have to
Take me alive nigga, band game
She just wann licc on me spit on me
Im getting this breesh
She fell in love wit the dic from me
Baby eat it up
I know these niggaz sick ah me
Nd ion care bout what you telling me
Unless you got some bread for me
Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe
Closed lips round them cops
Shhh, we dont never speak
And they dont never catch up
We reach a different speed
Get my breesh up
Until i make my sneakers bleed
Kill the beat until the speakers bleed
Bad bitch she like her titty squeezed
In the whip in the driveway
She Giving me bop
In the baccseat
Cuzz she live at home wit her pops
And still know when to pop
Ah that my bad lil bitch
And she be holdin the Glock
And she walk real slow
And she be smoking a lot
I got the tints on my shades
So you dont know when im high
And Dont try nun boy,
I hope you Know you could die
Got 9's falling out the bird nest
We letting it fly
My bro pulled up to the block
And said he ended a life
So he gon be a blunt
By the end of night
He said the bullets burned his chest
Like Henny nd sprite
Not turning ova beef
We Just letting it fry
The dic brown but she suck
Until she getting it white
Yall keyboard broke niggaz
Really never the type
Nd my niggaz dont dance
If its static we slide
Boogie woogie, uhh
He just got 3 shots in hoody hoody
And these bitches love me
I like em thicc But my
New bitch slim goodie
Slim hips but fat puss shit gushy
She just wann licc on me spit on me
Im getting this breesh
She fell in love wit the dic from me
Baby eat it up
I know these niggaz sick ah me
Nd ion care bout what you telling me
Unless you got some bread for me
Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe
Closed lips round them cops
Shhh, we dont never speak
And they dont never catch up
We reach a different speed
I fuckn told you nigga
I fuckn told you nigga
Fuck is you talking bout we outta here nigga
We up nigga, straight outta here
You know my first stop
The mutha fuckn bank
We outta here nigga
You know the vibes
Told ya lil stupid ass nigga
Thats what I'm talking bout
You ready nigga
Wake the fuck up nigga
Bugging the fuck out
Nigga, we need at least 2 M's
Its no way I'm leaving
There with nothing nigga
And you better straighten
The fuck up nigga
And get ya act right, by the time we Get there you gon fuck around
Make us get bumped
I Aint wit none of that shit
And they gon have to
Take me alive nigga, band game
She just wann licc on me spit on me
Im getting this breesh
She fell in love wit the dic from me
Baby eat it up
I know these niggaz sick ah me
Nd ion care bout what you telling me
Unless you got some bread for me
Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe
Closed lips round them cops
Shhh, we dont never speak
And they dont never catch up
We reach a different speed
Get my breesh up
Until i make my sneakers bleed
Kill the beat until the speakers bleed
Bad bitch she like her titty squeezed
In the whip in the driveway
She Giving me bop
In the baccseat
Cuzz she live at home wit her pops
And still know when to pop
Ah that my bad lil bitch
And she be holdin the Glock
And she walk real slow
And she be smoking a lot
I got the tints on my shades
So you dont know when im high
And Dont try nun boy,
I hope you Know you could die
Got 9's falling out the bird nest
We letting it fly
My bro pulled up to the block
And said he ended a life
So he gon be a blunt
By the end of night
He said the bullets burned his chest
Like Henny nd sprite
Not turning ova beef
We Just letting it fry
The dic brown but she suck
Until she getting it white
Yall keyboard broke niggaz
Really never the type
Nd my niggaz dont dance
If its static we slide
Boogie woogie, uhh
He just got 3 shots in hoody hoody
And these bitches love me
I like em thicc But my
New bitch slim goodie
Slim hips but fat puss shit gushy
She just wann licc on me spit on me
Im getting this breesh
She fell in love wit the dic from me
Baby eat it up
I know these niggaz sick ah me
Nd ion care bout what you telling me
Unless you got some bread for me
Or i cook it up myself I got the recipe
Closed lips round them cops
Shhh, we dont never speak
And they dont never catch up
We reach a different speed
I fuckn told you nigga
I fuckn told you nigga
Fuck is you talking bout we outta here nigga
We up nigga, straight outta here
You know my first stop
The mutha fuckn bank
We outta here nigga
You know the vibes
Told ya lil stupid ass nigga
Thats what I'm talking bout
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Fraser
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