lemme cook (feat. Sammyy)

Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk (ayy) Opaque how I see through this shit I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh? Someone tell them boys to stay hip Like the xbox, boy I ain't the one to play with Packing like I'm nyctophobic, boy u know we stay lit Just got another voicemail saying "Boy you ain't shit" I just find it kinda odd like 1, 3, 5 you ain't fucking with my shit but ya head still bob Man I Swear these niggas corny nigga fresh off the cob Any nigga got a problem He can take it up to god That's how I'm feeling Boy I'm on attack, shake these niggas off back, flow-- flow crack, they be thinking I be dealing I'll never kill, but I know a nigga who will, Lord forgive 'em, he a gremlin he'll do it while he grinning I'm a different kind, I don't even gotta try Whole time, whole time, they don't know that I be chillin (whole timeeeee) Whole time I be chilling (whole timeeeee) Whole timeeee Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk (ayy) Opaque how I see through this shit I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh? (G, you a bitch huh?) (Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch? Bitch?) (Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch, bitch, bitch??//) Mannnnn lemme cook got me feeling like Dalvin The kick punch like a Falcon No cap, but the beat like a mountain If you want the menu my g, we'll right click The beat like a mountain, the game my Isaac Be careful with the grind, on the climb you might slip I'm a thief in the night y'all Robin, my sidekicks I never needed you And no we not talking bout no bread but if we was then like the yeast "Still I rise," I got Maya Angelou teaching you And if the bread stand for money, not to be funny, but my jacket throw butter like English Muffins guess I'm feeding dudes Write the S on my chest like Clark Kent Heat vision when I spark this I fly from Houston, to Brooklyn, to Philly, I feel like Harden Question is who you guarding? Sammy and Femi Can't go in I'm not ready It's fetty on fetty Tell me is you finished already I been cooking like Betty Bro even brought me Confetti My bag getting heavy The kitchen hot, but that's not the reason I'm sweaty Hold up lemme cook I got some lamb chops, pollo guisao, arroz con gandules Hold up lemme cook Got a fresh 16 for these fuckers that acting stupid Femi cook Like a stitch, Femi and Sammy in the cut Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk (ayy) Opaque how I see through this shit I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?