Trap Talk

Lyrics

[**Chorus: Pryce**] Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip [**Verse 1: Pryce**] Ah, you know that it's lovе, but not if it's toxic If it ain't money, then what is the topic Seen a 45 Glock said that I want it Glock 42 fit right in my pockеt With the FN, don't make you a target Go by the few like a market Show love when you see me Number one like your DP Come take a ride like these breezes They'll pull up in Corollas, with a brick 10 ounces of soda Cuss is jerking off sofas Cuss is pulling up in Rovers So many times started over So many times could've got flipped over 17, almost hit by a pump, but the boy got pitched by a Cobra You niggas ain't real, you niggas are squirrel don't really know much about pain Charge so much to the game, so many trap outs, so many chains Saved so many times, how could I not change Bag ready if you're scheming Blue steel and it's gleaming We think alike, but our dope is different Got you looking for a lower ticket Took planes with more than a midget Cross country, gotta get it, get it But now we international Wipe you down real fashionable No time for a no attitude [**Chorus: Pryce**] Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip [**Verse 2: WhyG**] Cooking chicken like Thanksgiving Kitchen hot, need oven mittens I whip it up and they say it's delicious I break it down, nip it out till it's finished All of this water like I'm going fishing I killed a boy with a Glizzy and Smithin' Tourist at 1911 Shit out my ass, make him jealous Cocaine looking like Ellen DeGeneres Conserving the trap here at Camas And the switch on the back is for vantage And I'm getting these bands I'm a bandit And she biting the pillow, can't manage Brickie's so wet before that shit landed My crackers, they calling me Brandon Won't talk any momo, like Jackson My off day free throws, easy baskets Put some grease on that Glizzy like Athens Big stepper, you know that I'm massive Hit him up from the front but he backflip Trap all night, cooking up white brick, all of my runners out of town Be white kids Big white diamonds, they shining on my wrist Fat back, she got a black bod, she a white bitch Cook up Brickie in the pot, it took 30 minutes I told Lil' Cro to watch, now he know to whip it I can microwave a ounce, that shit take 18 seconds Dining up around Mel Gibson, we got lethal weapons [**Chorus: Pryce**] Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip