Just Left the Kitchen

Lyrics

[Intro] Shawty Paid Yeah, yeah [Chorus] I just came from detention Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin' Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi Took a loss, got it back, now they envy Four-five attached, not friendly Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin' Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin' First to the flow, I know they can't stand it Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business [Verse 1] Meet me in the kitchen if you wanna be a witness I ain't with the dissin', pullin' up and blitzing One phone call's one summer on consistent Drop dope off, swear to God I live it All about the money, pop fraud, I'm with it I could show you how to go check a fifty Break down low, stop playin' with my feelings You feel me, stack your shit up to the ceiling More O's and I go get this row You can hang with the gang if you ain't fuckin' told Pop 30's, no pain, just bang these hoes Two door, no brain, how I came in this ho Untamed in this ho Let shots ring in this ho Run up my change in this ho Nigga, you know, nigga, you know how it go Break it down, go get some more Eskimo shit, sellin' shit in the snow Take your lil' bitch, stick dick in the ho Fentanyl mix, came out Louis V 'fit Amiri jeans doing the most 'Fore you do 'em up close Six figure nigga, I boast Call all the trappers, tell 'em let's have a toast Vacuum seal it, then go hit the road In traffic with the guys and they on go [Chorus] I just came from detention Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin' Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi Took a loss, got it back, now they envy Four-five attached, not friendly Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin' Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin' First to the flow, I know they can't stand it Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business [Verse 2] Yeah, diamonds on me lookin' just like Christmas Need a hundred bales, I want the Xanny, then flip it Know the stages of the dope game business Trap miss it, every month I'm consistent Hire ten cars and I hug the windows In every state like the pack I'm shippin' Hating on me'll get you shot in the face Glock hold 33, call that bitch Pippen Good nose candy, who want it? Who sniffin'? Whippin' like Grady, got the bomb on the substance He ain't even rich, his boss just be bluffin' Break down the bricks, show some love to my cousin All of my hoes ride all on my oven Laptop stretch dope, sell it in public Keep gettin' rich, gettin' money, I does it She don't remember bitch, but I still sell the dozen [Chorus] I just came from detention Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin' Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi Took a loss, got it back, now they envy Four-five attached, not friendly Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin' Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin' First to the flow, I know they can't stand it Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business