Kitchen

Lyrics

[Intro] (Laides and gentleman, my main man, Jaimoe) Ayy Damn Ayy, ayy (Ayy) Ayy (Ayy) [Chorus] Ayy, ain't got no cake, need to get your weight up On the paper chase, ain't no time to wait up All about money, I can't get enough Always on drugs, got lean in my cup Don't need no waist trainer, I'm the one who shape up Took a minute off, now I'm back in the kitchen Can't fuck with no bitch who don't like to listen Chrome Heart hoodies, this shit get expensive I got them young niggas, they havin' them switches You can get hit with that belt You can get hit with that iron Call up the gang when it's time to slide Flexin' on niggas without even tryin', steady pourin' up more lines We some young niggas who stay on the grind, gotta do it all the time [Verse] You might know some young niggas who pop it But when they pop it, it's nothin' like me I'm always rollin' exotic, 'Wood after 'Wood, always smokin' on tree Hop in the fast car and flee You ain't havin' no motion, you broke every week Out in the streets, they playin' for keeps One wrong move, you get swept off your feet Too much 'za and I'm blunted Check out my chain, yeah it look like the ocean Everything you doin', I done already it Never met Dre but this shit like the The Chronic She already bad and she don't got to flaunt it, she got a waist like a pencil I don't do basic, I can't do no simple I like her smile, she got a lil' dimple Ayy, I'm back in the kitchen Wrappin' and packin', I'm back in the kitchen We steppin' on niggas, this shit just a image Nigga, don't get this shit twisted Back to the trap tryna make me a million We get it in, get it out on the same day Phone on loud, I ain't never miss one play Hop in that V, I'm switchin' the plates [?] [?] We hear everything, better watch what you say These niggas wanna be us I'm on the grind, not a bitch gettin' touched Pour up a four, got lean in my cup Look at my diamonds, you know they gon' tussle Exotic cars, I'm passin' the muscle [Chorus] Ayy, ain't got no cake, need to get your weight up On the paper chase, ain't no time to wait up All about money, I can't get enough Always on drugs, got lean in my cup Don't need no waist trainer, I'm the one who shape up Took a minute off, now I'm back in the kitchen Can't fuck with no bitch who don't like to listen Chrome Heart hoodies, this shit get expensive I got them young niggas, they havin' them switches You can get hit with that belt You can get hit with that iron Call up the gang when it's time to slide Flexin' on niggas without even tryin', steady pourin' up more lines We some young niggas who stay on the grind, gotta do it all the time