The Recipe Lyrics

Blow up this mic, promise no one after me Crown on my head, I'm a king, this is majesty

Far ahead in this bitch, no one passin' me The target is your fuckin' forehead, I'ma

Blast this heat Take a two-piece, and I promise you, you go

To sleep Fuck with my piece, and I promise you, it's

Gettin' deep Smokin' all chronic, hot boxin' when we in

The Jeep Lefty hoes said this cease, tryna fuck with

Me

Brass knuckles on, my fist gone, close your teeth

Oklahoma shotgun, boom, right up in your teeth

Oklahoma bullet, it will lift you right off your feet

Before you hit the ground, you already know the feeling of defeat

Sharp like an ax, I'ma cut your whole fuckin' tree

Dog, I'm a giant, crushin' everything next to me

Up in the kitchen, and I'm whippin' up the recipe

So far ahead in this bitch, no one next to me

Shit, light one up, keep it lit Good with the hands when it comes to this fightin

Shit This a whole new style, I ain't bitin' shit

Dog, I'll smash this mic with a titan grip I heard your ass on the mic, I call bullshit

Dog, I heard your raps, you on some bullshit Man, I will knock out your teeth just to prove

Shit Step to me, and you got the belt, you will

Lose it