Recipe (feat. Keithonn)

(Yo Ex, I like this one) Nigga, I made this song when I was sick, but now we re-recording it and shit
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye (Uh-huh)
Yeah, aye, yeah, aye (Uh-huh)
(Uh-huh)

I-I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (On God)
Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin', I swear they a son to me
You're dead to me
Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe
Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

(Let's go, let's go)
I might just chop up your body into three different sections
Hit up the plug, I got too many phones, that's one for the hoes and many connections
My bullets will eat you alive, keep .30 on my side, my shooters not missin' inspection (Real)
Walk a nigga straight down, don't make a sound, voted off like it's an election (Straight up, uh-huh)
Yo' bitch in love with my fragrance (On God)
Self-made it, but niggas hatin'
Empty the clip and record it, X-Rated
Shot up a movie with your bitch, I'm the favorite (Favorite)
One perc', two perc', this is the Matrix (Let's go)
She stalkin' my page, how she know my name Datrix? (How the fuck?)
Niggas be switchin', I got no relations
I'm wearing' Off-White, but I'm not even racist

I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (Ha, bitch)
Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin' I swear they a son to me
You're dead to me
Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe
Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin' enemies
(Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin' enemies)

Focused on money, I'm linin' my pockets (Guala)
Stayin' broke to me is just not an option (Nope)
I'm passin' your bitch like I am Stockton
Then pick up her friend like she some cotton
Runnin' and duckin' like we playin' tag
Get off my dick and get to the bag
You niggas too foul, I'm throwin' the flag
She said it's too big, but I let her gag (What)
N-Niggas can't rap, this shit is a tragedy (Damn)
You say that your better, but shit is just blasphemy
Your girl is attracted just like a magnet
Said that I want her, but I was just acting
In love with the foreign, so I learned Latin (Bill Nye)
Your girl in my crib, so you know that I'm clappin'
Killin' the pussy like I was a Manson

I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (On God)
Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin' I swear they a son to me
You're dead to me
Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe
Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin'
Uppin' the score on the muhfuckin' enimies
Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy, uh