dont rush the chef interlude
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
I'm chilling in Stu
In the crib
That's my booth
I'm grilling in the Stu
Deuce with crew
We the truth
I told her
I'm the man
But I'm human
Just giving clues
She don't care about my handling
She just want the blues
Shit I want them too
Zay
Always with a plan
If not
I'm quick with hands
Whether tussle
Or the transaction
My stance is maxing
Waiting for time til then I'm on this grind
Smoking and I'm cooking
Haters be looking
Cuz they shorties be looking
Don't worry I just want some cookies
I don't want her gang
Like for real
I don't
Niggas be pressed for pussy
And that shit is sad
Please worry about your direct deposit
Before you grill me
Like I ain't even looking for smoke
I just want some fucking lays chip
And Dr. Pepper
Y'all be tough for no reason
Not here to take your bitch
But here to take your bitch
I'm a nigga with class
No relations til I'm it
Sex is a funny thing
You want it in tougher rain
You want it on birthdays
Sweating Then walk shame
Don't carry like no slut
I get it out the mud
Can't be thinking about no pussy
If you scraping for a Dutch
Can't be getting pussy
If you talk too damn much
Hate a nigga chiefing
When he didn't match a blunt
I'm tired of being nice nigga
Look at what that shit got me
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
They try to get the best of me
They know I got a recipe
But they don't know the recipe
So they rush the chef
Know I'm swishing like curry
I bake up
It's early
Cheese on my mind
Bread on my mind
Please don't rush the chef baby
Please don't rush the chef baby
Don't rush
Don't rush
Don't rush it
Don't rush it
Don't rush
Don't rush
Don't rush it
Don't rush it
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
I'm chilling in Stu
In the crib
That's my booth
I'm grilling in the Stu
Deuce with crew
We the truth
I told her
I'm the man
But I'm human
Just giving clues
She don't care about my handling
She just want the blues
Shit I want them too
Zay
Always with a plan
If not
I'm quick with hands
Whether tussle
Or the transaction
My stance is maxing
Waiting for time til then I'm on this grind
Smoking and I'm cooking
Haters be looking
Cuz they shorties be looking
Don't worry I just want some cookies
I don't want her gang
Like for real
I don't
Niggas be pressed for pussy
And that shit is sad
Please worry about your direct deposit
Before you grill me
Like I ain't even looking for smoke
I just want some fucking lays chip
And Dr. Pepper
Y'all be tough for no reason
Not here to take your bitch
But here to take your bitch
I'm a nigga with class
No relations til I'm it
Sex is a funny thing
You want it in tougher rain
You want it on birthdays
Sweating Then walk shame
Don't carry like no slut
I get it out the mud
Can't be thinking about no pussy
If you scraping for a Dutch
Can't be getting pussy
If you talk too damn much
Hate a nigga chiefing
When he didn't match a blunt
I'm tired of being nice nigga
Look at what that shit got me
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
Pressure pressure pressure
Not trying to give you lesser
I'm trying to get a blessing
You trying to hit my chest and
Talk about some bullshit
You talking bout like who this
I'm chilling in the Stu
They try to get the best of me
They know I got a recipe
But they don't know the recipe
So they rush the chef
Know I'm swishing like curry
I bake up
It's early
Cheese on my mind
Bread on my mind
Please don't rush the chef baby
Please don't rush the chef baby
Don't rush
Don't rush
Don't rush it
Don't rush it
Don't rush
Don't rush
Don't rush it
Don't rush it
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Writer(s): Xavier Phipps
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