Recipe ft. keithonn Lyrics

(Yo Ex, I like this one) Nigga, I made this song when I was sick, but now we re-recording it and shit

Yeah, aye, yeah, aye (Uh-huh)

Yeah, aye, yeah, aye (Uh-huh)

(Uh-huh)

I-I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (On God)

Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin', I swear they a son to me

You're dead to me

Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe

Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

(Let's go, let's go)

I might just chop up your body into three different sections

Hit up the plug, I got too many phones, that's one for the hoes and many connections

My bullets will eat you alive, keep .30 on my side, my shooters not missin' inspection (Real)

Walk a nigga straight down, don't make a sound, voted off like it's an election (Straight up, uh-huh)

Yo' bitch in love with my fragrance (On God)

Self-made it, but niggas hatin'

Empty the clip and record it, X-Rated

Shot up a movie with your bitch, I'm the favorite (Favorite)

One perc', two perc', this is the Matrix (Let's go)

She stalkin' my page, how she know my name Datrix? (How the fuck?)

Niggas be switchin', I got no relations

I'm wearing' Off-White, but I'm not even racist

I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (Ha, bitch)

Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin' I swear they a son to me

You're dead to me

Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe

Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin' enemies

(Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin' enemies)

Focused on money, I'm linin' my pockets (Guala)

Stayin' broke to me is just not an option (Nope)

I'm passin' your bitch like I am Stockton

Then pick up her friend like she some cotton

Runnin' and duckin' like we playin' tag

Get off my dick and get to the bag

You niggas too foul, I'm throwin' the flag

She said it's too big, but I let her gag (What)

N-Niggas can't rap, this shit is a tragedy (Damn)

You say that your better, but shit is just blasphemy

Your girl is attracted just like a magnet

Said that I want her, but I was just acting

In love with the foreign, so I learned Latin (Bill Nye)

Your girl in my crib, so you know that I'm clappin'

Killin' the pussy like I was a Manson

I can't see shit through these Cartier lens, but I know there's a bitch nigga standing in front of me (On God)

Day after day, I be settin' these trends, watch these niggas be clonin' I swear they a son to me

You're dead to me

Cook up the dope in the trap, what's the recipe

Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy (Yeah)

Uppin' the score on these muhfuckin'

Uppin' the score on the muhfuckin' enimies

Lock up your spot like a fuckin' vasectomy, uh