Cookin

The way that I ball out, ball out got em all lookin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hot up in the kitchen come and see him you can tell ya boy cookin I'm a top chef, you a hot mess, I cannot stress, I'm here to stay On God I'm blessed, so I'mma flex, don't wanna mess with me today I'm coming for what this life owe me Put up my shot yellin Kobe Old school like forties of OE White boy be ballin like Manu Ginobli I'm coppin my shorty a new ship Pockets filled fully I'm too rich No stopping till nobody question the goatie and all of my homies are too lit Step in like I be the boss Dressing in Nike, I floss Ain't looking for labels to sign me, I'm indie, but next you gon' find me on top Mentality kinda like Mamba Got ice in my veins in a sauna My bag is a fatty no Prada, none badder, I'm back and put that on my mama Been here for a minute, I been putting on a clinic It's definitive I'm in it till I die alone I been too inventive and these rapper's cannot reach me When they try to call me out it's just a dial tone My team f*ck with me 'cause I go hard I spit it toxic like blow darts Lost like I'm out in the Ozarks You like the suburbs of Utah, no bars They way that I ball out, ball out got 'em all lookin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hot up in the kitchen come and see him you can tell ya boy cookin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a top chef, you a hot mess, I cannot stress, I'm here to stay On God I'm blessed, so I'mma flex, don't wanna test me in my lane Show off my Tyler Herro flex Shaking MC's with my euro step Taking the shot 'cause I fear no threat Keeping them all on they toes like a pirouette Pocketing profits, your shot's seeing zero net Opportunistic, need Robert DeNiro checks I can get saucy and cross you from here I bet Soon they'll be fearing the beard I rep And it's all hits no fillers Gets no better, why you get so bitter Bars so cold that the fridge no chiller Making hits from the logo, it's so Lillard Yeah, we lit like torches Whole team clean in some sick white Forces Twin turbo singing till they callin' 911 on the whip like Porches They way that I ball out, ball out got 'em all lookin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hot up in the kitchen come and see him you can tell ya boy cookin (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a top chef, you a hot mess, I cannot stress, I'm here to stay On God I'm blessed, so I'mma flex, don't wanna test me in my lane