New Recipe ft. Terror Reid Lyrics

I'm in the cemetary

Posted with my folk

She ain't saying shit

She just talking to a ghost

We be cleaning clocks

Selling souls for the low

Drive by bussing hollow shots

At your windows

I'm coming for that throat

I'm coming for your pockets

Gucci bag what I tote

Bitches callin' me toxic

That hot shit be knockin'

Continental rocking

Ain't stoppin' this

We in the slab

Boutta flip the switch

I'm ghost

Dodgin' the fake

No time to waste

I'm already three four thoughts ahead

Servin' the karma

Can't escape this motherfuckin' infrared

Plenty to fill they plate

But still they hate to see me get ahead

Trynna summon a playa

Bitch I rather go get paid instead

Hoppin' up in this seventy three

But first shake off them Jimmy C's

Flea from the scene

The smoke from vogues

Gon' shroud a playa down the street

Servin' the fiens

It seems they cant get enough

Of this new recipe

Crumbs to bricks

Charge a fee

Just to roll the sleeve