lemme cook ft. Sammyy Lyrics

Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut

Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut

He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff

Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk

(ayy)

Opaque how I see through this shit

I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip

Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit

You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?

Someone tell them boys to stay hip

Like the xbox, boy I ain't the one to play with

Packing like I'm nyctophobic, boy u know we stay lit

Just got another voicemail saying "Boy you ain't shit"

I just find it kinda odd

like 1, 3, 5

you ain't fucking with my shit but ya head still bob

Man I Swear these niggas corny nigga fresh off the cob

Any nigga got a problem

He can take it up to god

That's how I'm feeling

Boy I'm on attack, shake these niggas off back,

flow--

flow crack, they be thinking I be dealing

I'll never kill, but I know a nigga who will,

Lord forgive 'em, he a gremlin he'll do it while he grinning

I'm a different kind, I don't even gotta try

Whole time, whole time, they don't know that I be chillin

(whole timeeeee)

Whole time I be chilling

(whole timeeeee)

Whole timeeee

Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut

Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut

He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff

Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk

(ayy)

Opaque how I see through this shit

I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip

Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit

You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?

(G, you a bitch huh?)

(Who the fuck you callin' a bitch? Bitch?)

(Who the fuck you callin' a bitch, bitch, bitch??//)

Mannnnn lemme cook got me feeling like Dalvin

The kick punch like a Falcon

No cap, but the beat like a mountain

If you want the menu my g, we'll right click

The beat like a mountain, the game my Isaac

Be careful with the grind, on the climb you might slip

I'm a thief in the night y'all Robin, my sidekicks

I never needed you

And no we not talking bout no bread but if we was then like the yeast "Still I rise," I got Maya Angelou teaching you

And if the bread stand for money, not to be funny, but my jacket throw butter like English Muffins guess I'm feeding dudes

Write the S on my chest like Clark Kent

Heat vision when I spark this

I fly from Houston, to Brooklyn, to Philly, I feel like Harden

Question is who you guarding?

Sammy and Femi

Can't go in I'm not ready

It's fetty on fetty

Tell me is you finished already

I been cooking like Betty

Bro even brought me Confetti

My bag getting heavy

The kitchen hot, but that's not the reason I'm sweaty

Hold up lemme cook

I got some lamb chops, pollo guisao, arroz con gandules

Hold up lemme cook

Got a fresh 16 for these fuckers that acting stupid

Femi cook

Like a stitch, Femi and Sammy in the cut

Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut

He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff

Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk

(ayy)

Opaque how I see through this shit

I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip

Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit

You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?