Head Chef

Prescription on hold Pockets underfed, go and get some bread Boy you bold, talkin' all that head, come and get some lead I'm on go, doin' pseudo-fed, tryna lose the feds I don't know, I just blew a check on some percocets, uh You talkin' to the man lil bitch, you fuckin with the head chef I just got two random bitches drippin' on my bed set She suck me with no hands, that shit so good I need a head rest I just popped a perc, it got me ready for the next set Walk it down, walk it down, glock on my hip We ain't getting verbal now, talk with your stick Cock it back, turn around, let me hear the click Lil baby this a murder town, unload the clip Uh I ain't stoppin' on a dime I ain't wastin' any time This shit hit me like, uh Throw my weight around the block to let these motherfuckers know that I'm the top of the line Kool-Aid or the minute maid, mix either way with some purple and ice Cookin' the books and it's smellin' like paper I don't need a waiver, ain't doin' no time You pay for breakage, I don't pay to break it I'ma blow her back for free, I'ma get mine You talkin' to the man lil bitch, you fuckin with the head chef I just got two random bitches drippin' on my bed set She suck me with no hands, that shit so good I need a head rest I just popped a perc, it got me ready for the next set Fell off, I'm on your head top She make the bedrock Checklist, I check off I'll never let off, uh I got this shit on lock Tired of pissin' in pots, I'm on my way I like to think out the box I got a seat at the top, I'm on display I cook to perfection like D book with the left hand You in need of a lesson, ooh Catch me in the section, ooh Huh, ay, I won't trip, no, I won't trip, no, I won't trip Huh, ay, I won't trip, no, I won't trip, no, I won't trip Huh, ay You talkin' to the man lil bitch, you fuckin with the head chef I just got two random bitches drippin' on my bed set She suck me with no hands, that shit so good I need a head rest I just popped a perc, it got me ready for the next set