Stone Cold
And then you made this rule
Damn
Up some shit up in the kitchen fuckin' servin' dog bones
Fucked a bitch and kicked her out the spinner, feelin' stone cold
Gangie got revenge for everybody, came from broken homes
Boutta be dead and rich before I'm ever fuckin' broke and old
Cookin' in the kitchen, I got cheddar like it's provolone
Born in a purple shirt, I'm feelin' like I'm Karl Malone
Put a brick on everybody's head, I'm feelin' like I'm Home Alone
Think I'm on a flashy way, I'm spinnin' and I'm totin' poles
Keep that fuckin' sword on me, put me at the round table
Bitch and her sister, we all fuckin', it's a triangle
Speak English in that money talk, bitch, I'm bilingual
Got a bitch from the Bahamas, she gon' ride me like a bicycle
Got my money by my side, bitch, I could never go die single
Since she passin' me the double X and, bitch, I might just slide triple
We just met last week, and she already tattooed my initials
Referee up in this bitch, and if I want, I blow the whistle
B-12 at 8 speeds, it feels like a jet engine
Drank, drank, drank, every day feel like I'm next to him
Bitches, rolled a dice, bitch, you know I'm Big Ben
I'm the Big Ben with my Big Ten, yeah, we gonna be sin (huh)
Draco's in our lap, we gon' cause an armageddon
Ayy, smokin' on the broccoli while countin' up my lettuce
I trip off my neck, bitches think I'm Walter Bennett
Shit, pull up in a Bentley, bitch, it's still drivin' a Chevy
Pull up, I'm already, we gon' twirl him like spaghetti
If they fuck with me, they fuck with all my homies, and my shooter's deadly
Shit, hit him with a nine, bitch, it's love like you off betty
Fuck, if they fuck with me, I'm bringin' out excalibur
Bitches think they wanna battle with me, I'm a battle board
Fuck a situation, I'ma end it with a metaphor
I'ma fuck up my bottegas, bitch, don't need a metaphor (huh)
Comin' with the flame thrower, bitch, and we got hella torches (huh)
Fuckin' with the gang, then we gon' pull up hella Porsche
Ayy, space age, give me a slot, bitch, I'm fuckin' with the dorkish
Tryna switch on every Glock, bitch, but I still want this Morshe
Woo, I've been trippin' 'bout the loot, if I came back, I finna come back and reboot
If he shoot me dead, better hope I'm really dead or
Bitch, I might come back and shoot, bitch, I'll hop off the roof
X all on my chest and X all on my noose
If he really wanna get it, huh, he can fool wit' it, bitch, drew
Up some shit up in the kitchen fuckin' servin' dog bones
Fucked a bitch and kicked her out the spinner, feelin' stone cold
Gangie got revenge for everybody, came from broken homes
Boutta be dead and rich before I'm ever fuckin' broke and old
Cookin' in the kitchen, I got cheddar like it's provolone
Born in a purple shirt, I'm feelin' like I'm Karl Malone
Put a brick on everybody's head, I'm feelin' like I'm Home Alone
Think I'm on a flashy way, I'm spinnin' and I'm totin' poles
Keep that fuckin' sword on me, put me at the round table
Bitch and her sister, we all fuckin', it's a triangle
Speak English in that money talk, bitch, I'm bilingual
Got a bitch from the Bahamas, she gon' ride me like a bicycle
Got my money by my side
Bitch, I could never go die single
Since she passin' me the double X
And, bitch, I might just slide triple
Damn
Up some shit up in the kitchen fuckin' servin' dog bones
Fucked a bitch and kicked her out the spinner, feelin' stone cold
Gangie got revenge for everybody, came from broken homes
Boutta be dead and rich before I'm ever fuckin' broke and old
Cookin' in the kitchen, I got cheddar like it's provolone
Born in a purple shirt, I'm feelin' like I'm Karl Malone
Put a brick on everybody's head, I'm feelin' like I'm Home Alone
Think I'm on a flashy way, I'm spinnin' and I'm totin' poles
Keep that fuckin' sword on me, put me at the round table
Bitch and her sister, we all fuckin', it's a triangle
Speak English in that money talk, bitch, I'm bilingual
Got a bitch from the Bahamas, she gon' ride me like a bicycle
Got my money by my side, bitch, I could never go die single
Since she passin' me the double X and, bitch, I might just slide triple
We just met last week, and she already tattooed my initials
Referee up in this bitch, and if I want, I blow the whistle
B-12 at 8 speeds, it feels like a jet engine
Drank, drank, drank, every day feel like I'm next to him
Bitches, rolled a dice, bitch, you know I'm Big Ben
I'm the Big Ben with my Big Ten, yeah, we gonna be sin (huh)
Draco's in our lap, we gon' cause an armageddon
Ayy, smokin' on the broccoli while countin' up my lettuce
I trip off my neck, bitches think I'm Walter Bennett
Shit, pull up in a Bentley, bitch, it's still drivin' a Chevy
Pull up, I'm already, we gon' twirl him like spaghetti
If they fuck with me, they fuck with all my homies, and my shooter's deadly
Shit, hit him with a nine, bitch, it's love like you off betty
Fuck, if they fuck with me, I'm bringin' out excalibur
Bitches think they wanna battle with me, I'm a battle board
Fuck a situation, I'ma end it with a metaphor
I'ma fuck up my bottegas, bitch, don't need a metaphor (huh)
Comin' with the flame thrower, bitch, and we got hella torches (huh)
Fuckin' with the gang, then we gon' pull up hella Porsche
Ayy, space age, give me a slot, bitch, I'm fuckin' with the dorkish
Tryna switch on every Glock, bitch, but I still want this Morshe
Woo, I've been trippin' 'bout the loot, if I came back, I finna come back and reboot
If he shoot me dead, better hope I'm really dead or
Bitch, I might come back and shoot, bitch, I'll hop off the roof
X all on my chest and X all on my noose
If he really wanna get it, huh, he can fool wit' it, bitch, drew
Up some shit up in the kitchen fuckin' servin' dog bones
Fucked a bitch and kicked her out the spinner, feelin' stone cold
Gangie got revenge for everybody, came from broken homes
Boutta be dead and rich before I'm ever fuckin' broke and old
Cookin' in the kitchen, I got cheddar like it's provolone
Born in a purple shirt, I'm feelin' like I'm Karl Malone
Put a brick on everybody's head, I'm feelin' like I'm Home Alone
Think I'm on a flashy way, I'm spinnin' and I'm totin' poles
Keep that fuckin' sword on me, put me at the round table
Bitch and her sister, we all fuckin', it's a triangle
Speak English in that money talk, bitch, I'm bilingual
Got a bitch from the Bahamas, she gon' ride me like a bicycle
Got my money by my side
Bitch, I could never go die single
Since she passin' me the double X
And, bitch, I might just slide triple
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