Kid Cuisine (feat. Yung Spicy)

I got the drip to my feet I feel the drink in my spleen Cuisine I just might go off the bean She think I'm mean F*ck do you mean Hoes so mad, they in my sheets Bitch gotta look at the sheets Supreme Naijablack Spicy some beans But we the team Got quick cuisine Hop out the Camry four door She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before Oh, oh, oh Get on the floor I need some soda she go to the store Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl Oh, oh Get on the floor I wrote this, I wrote this, I wrote this, I wrote this See me comin' yucky, pull up in the Ford Focus I got some shitty it's new drip, lookin' homeless Lickety dick, she do splits on mitosis Spicy gon' top me on my dick, yea he know this Shawty she silly got no fits, yea she clothless Wanna f*ck she hopeless Spicy drinkin' goat piss Give her Christmas bonus I don't think she noticed Who I? Who you? You stink, poopoo New girl, new boobs She dance, tutu Bitch this, voodoo Javer, Oovoo Come to the shop make a bop its a new groove Fuckin', do you Rache, beef stew Dick hurt, cashew (Achoo!), bless you Big nut, fondue Watch me, cut through I'm whippin' up some Nigerian voodoo Pussy tight cuz I like it when it stretch man Niggas dogs shit a log playing fetch man I made this shitty a good night I'm the right man Dickin' and fucking the bitch bite outta sight man Come in for come ups with new heights and without fans Trippin and leaning it ain't sprite it's a light can Running and screaming fight or flight she can't ride man She lookin funny not quite right I don't like man Gave her dicky dicky sharp like a knife I don't wife, I just pipe, mommy need me one night bitch Sicko Mode, 'cause we out like a light bitch Got her drip, lookin' sick, water-type-bitch Breakin' and wreckin' her inner vagene My dick in her spleen So it would seem I gotta be I'm heatin' up choppin on Kid Cuisine I got the drip to my feet I feel the drink in my spleen Cuisine I just might go off the bean She think I'm mean F*ck do you mean Hoes so mad, they in my sheets Bitch gotta look at the sheets Supreme Naijablack Spicy some beans But we the team Got quick cuisine Hop out the Camry four door She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before Oh, oh, oh Get on the floor I need some soda she go to the store Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl Oh, oh Get on the floor Five finger slip up her dick I just divided a bitch Ridin' a whip or the stick Killers we dead on the beat Seven divided by three Logic the mass homicide And your dad and your mom And I'm thinkin' of killin' the beast F*ck on your bitch with the yeast Dominoe's pizza the cheapest My hittas the leanest, I'm back I just step back Three-pointer wet I be washin' these nets I have Tourette's I'm one, the illest that raps All of my stickers be sticky My dicky be lifted I work in the kitchen But I'm goin' fishin' My homies is with me This shit is a secret Just try not to keep it My sticky be on me Like i'm Abercrombie These bitches be hungry But they all be zombies Snappin' these hoes to the magnum Extra large pearls, be hittin' like random Patek be hurtin, my Louie is Brandon, um Bitch use an ice pack Hittas be mad that My shawty be with it My boots'll be clickin' My cowboy hat on me And no one can stop me I'm writin' off names No one'll live, racks and rack dishes 'Cause I'm always eatin I'm hung Hung like a horse, (neigh) F*ck on your daughter and this ain't washin' And foremost I'm whippin' the Porsche Understand morse, want a divorce? The critics is hungry they lookin' like bunnies Hoppity-hop to the spot, she bop on my top Uh Ice on my uh, uh (ice on it) Ice on my She could go in it with a sixteen uh I would listen but i can't hear uh I would stop if you could catch me I be eatin' all these black beans I'm with the strap on the 245 Travis be Oh My Oh Dis Side I'm baking with bitches These breads have been heated Just come out on Friday Then one day you'll eat it I f*ck on your, bitch She suckin' on my, dick I I ain't no snitch I got the drip to my feet I feel the drink in my spleen Cuisine I just might go off the bean She think I'm mean F*ck do you mean Hoes so mad, they in my sheets Bitch gotta look at the sheets Supreme Naijablack Spicy some beans But we the team Got quick cuisine Hop out the Camry four door She want some chicken I'm cookin' some more Cream and cheese drippin' we said this before Oh, oh, oh Get on the floor I need some soda she go to the store Pepsi and Cola, I told her get both Kid Cuisine dinner she whip up a bowl Oh, oh Get on the floor