Recipe Lyrics

Baby, you understand

Uh, KD, why do people call you KD

Baby, you understand

Dade county goin' crazy like it's throwback in the 80s

Let a nigga smoke wit' ya like I joke, wit' ya baby

40F, I been walkin' around with four pistols lately

I can't even get up out the hood, cause that's the hood that made me richmond heights P rine goulds through Florida City, baby

When the hood pop out, hoes outside, they hangin

When you get her on that liq, lil' mama pussy go to ringing

I can't even feel a vibe cause I know you hoes leechin

I can't even stay outside cause I know y'all hoes cheatin

Yeen Like me then, So I don't like you, nah, but you can eat it

I don't even like hoes that act bad or be conceited

I don't even like people, if you don't like me, then delete me

Finna throw away my phone, government trying to reach me

Finna drop all my hoes for my hoes, so she see it

I'm just playin' my ho, make your ho come quick

I ain't lyin', my ho be the one do the blitzing

If the shit ain't broke, then we ain't got a fix

I don't care about who talk or who diss

If your lil' woot want it, then your lil' woot get it

Hot days, we walk around with no shirt in the city

Weekdays, we busy, weekends, gettin' litty

Slide up, hit the bity , GVO, slide, hit me

Tryna turn 25 to 250

Tryna come up on a pound off the bookie

Unc, got the recipe for the cookies

T.T. got the recipes for the rookies

Bro, got that lemon squeeze for the junkies

And I got banana clips for a whole lot of monkeys

Unc, got the recipe for the cookies

T.T. got the recipes for the rookies

Bro, got that lemon squeeze for the junkies

And I got banana clips for a whole lot of monkeys