My Kitchen
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, don't touch the pot
Like this rap shit, my cabinet on lock
When I left my momma crib almost forgot the Glock
Glad she ain't find my dirty money in the box
You ****** show too much we supposed to keep it secret
Walking up on ****** like they getting greeted
Put pressure on his chest, we don't see no leakage
I want racks on racks on racks, I like ass not cleavage
Smoke him back to back to back, it's smoke, can't see shit
I'm sending pictures to yo bae, I told her, "Like my recent" *****
I get threats like everyday but I'm still fucking breathing
Ay, put that pistol by my waist now he just nervous cheesing
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, don't touch the pot
Like this rap shit, my cabinet on lock
When I left my momma crib almost forgot the Glock
Glad she ain't find my dirty money in the box
You ****** show too much we supposed to keep it secret
Walking up on ****** like they getting greeted
Put pressure on his chest, we don't see no leakage
I want racks on racks on racks, I like ass not cleavage
Smoke him back to back to back, it's smoke, can't see shit
I'm sending pictures to yo bae, I told her, "Like my recent" *****
I get threats like everyday but I'm still fucking breathing
Ay, put that pistol by my waist now he just nervous cheesing
Don't step in my kitchen bitch, I'm Gucci Mane
You talking bout the stick but do not use the thang
I guess he retired star, cuz he used to bang
Like I'm just tryna text, I'm finna let shit rang
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Writer(s): Noah Fisher
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