Okay, now I’m cooking with the gas Yeah I’m heatin’ up (He’s heating up!) Pipe down while you’re speakin’ up (He’s heating up!) She give me throat ‘fore I beat it up (He’s on fire) I’m doin blow while I’m being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin’ (He’s heating up!) Let’s hit the bank, I ain’t with the Chase (He’s heating up!) She finessin’ for a dinner date (He’s on fire) I’m ’bout to wreck it on the interstate
All them bitches bad [*goat bleets*] I’m a goat (I’m a goat) I’m here to laugh, that’s a joke (that’s a joke) Kinda like a rapper with a deal, actin’ like he got a mill, actin’ like he keep it real But he broke (but he broke)
And that’s another story Let’s stop the record though, let’s not record it I’m tryna’ tell him if it’s talent, then I’m Michael Jordan Maybe Tom Brady with the rings, maybe Robert Horry
Yeah
See there’s a theme, but it’s not important I been tryna get the whole team out to California (out to California) I snorted shit that got me outta order Man I coulda’ swore CVS was right around the corner (right around the corner)
I prolly drive a Honda Civic like a bought a foreign But I guess it kinda sorta is if it got imported I had to split the dinner with her, I could not afford it Got me down to the final quarter
Now I’m cooking with the gas Yeah I’m heatin’ up (He’s heating up!) Pipe down while you’re speakin’ up (He’s heating up!) She give me throat ‘fore I beat it up (He’s on fire) I’m doin blow while I’m being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin’ (He’s heating up!) Let’s hit the bank, I ain’t with the Chase (He’s heating up!) She finessin’ for a dinner date (He’s on fire) I’m ’bout to wreck it on the interstate
I might grill a mother fucker like a shishkebab Run’ em over then I ditch the car And get to steppin’ like Baryshnikov And when he get to God He’s like “Dumb mother fucker shouldn’ta pissed him off”
Ayy I didn’t want to get involved, feel like I had to She always on my dick and balls, she like a tattoo And tellin’ me her clit enlarged, just like a cashew It’s 15 past noon, lookin’ like a raccoon
Dark eyes, you don’t wanna see my dark side She so easy but she givin’ me a hard time Sendin body parts, I reply heart eyes Nudie archive, iPhone hard drive
At the 45 yard line, I don’t wanna kick it wit’cha No photos, I’m focused on the bigger picture Tell me when you back in town, I’ll get dinner wit’cha Never used to get up in the kitchen
Now I’m cooking with the gas Yeah I’m heatin’ up (He’s heating up!) Pipe down while you’re speakin’ up (He’s heating up!) She give me throat ‘fore I beat it up (He’s on fire) I’m doin blow while I’m being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin’ (He’s heating up!) Let’s hit the bank, I ain’t with the Chase (He’s heating up!) She finessin’ for a dinner date (He’s on fire) I’m ’bout to wreck it on the interstate, yuh
“Boom Shaka-laka” She gon’ let me hit like “Boom Shaka-laka” Dunkin’ on that bitch like “Boom shaka-laka” I ain’t even tired Pulled a all nighter Bitch I’m on fire like
“Boom Shaka-laka” She gon’ let me hit like “Boom Shaka-laka” Dunkin’ on that bitch like “Boom shaka-laka” I ain’t even tired Pulled a all nighter Bitch I’m on fire like “Boom Shaka-laka”