BETTY CROCKER//DEEP INHALE Lyrics

I'm on my what? I'm on my what? I'm on my what? I'm on my what? I'm on my what? I'm on my what?

Ayy, stuck in this kitchen cookin' up, I'm on my betty crocker shit

They steady talkin' all that shit, but I ain't takin' no offense

I'm tryna go out to the mall, and just make dummy purchases

I'm tryna put that boy to sleep, you know we finna tuckem' in

He think he made for this shit, but ain't no fake in this shit

If we gon' see you round that block, just know we takin' your shit

Them cops can't catch us, not at all, you know we framin' his shit

Don't need no drink to get lit, I'll grab a mic and thats it

We steady cookin' in this crib, like this the trap in this bitch

Like there's a mouse in this bitch, we gonna give that boy a cut

Okay, we linin' that bitch, I guess that snitch got a stitch

I won't remember when I'm rich, I need that money

Like it's fuckin' Benadryl, it's the cure to this itch

Got no heart, call me Tony, I keep a iron like I'm Stark

He got a muzzle on his face, that boy can't even fuckin' bark

Think he a dog in this bitch, so we gon' take him to the park

We catch him lackin' at the light, cause it's on sight in this bitch

Yeah, it's on sight, at the light, yeah, it's on sight

At the light, yeah, it's on sight

You like my girl when we fuckin' gettin' cuffed

Your time is up, you out of luck

You out of luck, you out of luck

You out of luck, you out of luck

You out of luck, you out of luck

You out of luck, you out of luck

I ain't tryna get mad but oh my mind been actin' up

So if see you in the dark, just know we lightin' this bitch up

Okay, we lightin' this bitch up

Okay, we lightin' this bitch up

Okay, we

I coulda got him

I coulda got him

I coulda got him

I coulda got him, yeah

I coulda got him, yeah

I coulda got him, bro

I coulda got him, bro

I coulda

Can't believe he thought we'd let him slide

We coulda killed that boy twenty times

But I was thinkin' he ain't worth the dimes

And I was thinkin' he ain't worth the time

In the slammer

Got that boy goin' all around

With a full clip in the hammer

Ain't no payment

Them man just doin' me a favor, huh

Ain't no ransom on your head

We just got heads and want you dead

Because of everything she said

And cause of everything you did

And I ain't talkin' bout no bloods

But you got the gang seeing red

We put that chrome to your dome

We got the mob on your head

At least we coulda had it done

'Cause it was one call away

I call and don't know what to say

I'm tryna envision a play

I got my bro on the line

He sayin' anything is fine

Maybe just give a bit of time

So I chose peace

But ain't no peace

I want him dead

Layin' deceased

I need you deep in hell

Don't rest in peace

I take a deep inhale

You hear my piece

Y'all hear my piece

Oh I could kill that bitch

And his treesh

I'm actin out of line

I need a leash

Woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah