My Kitchen

I got thick red bones cooking up in my kitchen And after she done shes doing my dishes From three point five to a whole damn chicken Straight from the stove to the block no pitching My money on missions send money go get it Yeah bought it for the low my Mexicans with it My clock don't stop so I have to keep ticking Catfish on my dinner plate for desert im eating great My drink of choice my lemonade or molly inside my minute maid School girl she hate plugs so tight she don't like drugs All I know is she fucks with me because her mom and dad They hate thugs Im a real nigga I don't front Got pep lepue inside my blunt Xanax jolly rancher Pour a four in a ice cold punch I walk around like my shit don't hump P.m.e boss get your whole crew jumped If shes a bad bitch I might spend that chump You a broke nigga say what you want Make 12 in 2k6 nigga trap midnight With the grave diggers got papercuts From these damn benjis my thumb started To get damn blisters my swag on kodack pictures You a bad bitch take a picture with me Shit tricking part of my reputation Taking model whores on vacations Smoking weed still on probation Im turned up off of money faces With the pyrex I go crazy Im getting money never getting lazy Me and my white chick just had a baby Now we dirty dancing like Patrick Swayze My last profit looked so amazing It gave me chills it had me shaking I got thick red bones cooking up in my kitchen And after she done shes doing my dishes From three point five to a whole damn chicken Straight from the stove to the block no pitching My money on missions send money go get it Yeah bought it for the low my Mexicans with it My clock don't stop so I have to keep ticking Back like a sequal ball like them eagles Play bird and get eagled no danny but we lethal Weapons trust mother nature we a force to be wreckoned Counting on me is like counting a blessing Im out here getting high nigga call it skydiving Somebody gotta be the rider if I got to ride it F*ck bitches them f*ck niggas be fucking lying Im just fucking the world until her pussy crying Got so much swag you can throw it in the bag One night your chick and you can have her ass back Got it popping nigga no pop tart Im just trying to play with them keys like im Mozart Got them beans and they looking like sweet tarts Nigga we the shit yall niggas old farts And they say blood thicker than water My homie got a son and his boy might be the father Im in the trap sitting with them trap niggas Money getters go getters Run up out this bitch and run that money nigga You know a bitch that like to whip and do them dishes nigga Young classic bitch give you racks and tell you flip them Take a nigga from his bitch and put him on some shit If hes leaving with me that mean he on some shit Shopping sprees nice whips money trips Duffle bags I say f*ck a purse bitch Conceited bitch in the mirror talking shit With my nigga on the bed yelling talk that shit He say get your ass up out that mirror bitch Because im the bitch to put you in some shit Got work hell yeah I be pitching bitch Go ahead got eighteen a chicken bitch Five heads stashed just sitting bitch