Recipe ft. Father Nature, Cameron Brigham & Ekterp Lyrics

Ooo I pick n choose

I'm getting checks not the side of my shoes

Intellectual property I'm making melodies

Bitch are you listening I do not follow the recipe

Ooo I'm off the juice, I do not follow the rules

If I am your enemy I recommend you just play it cool

If I stick around then I plan on winnin, I do not play to lose

I can be dangerous, gun to your mouth got you praying

There ain't no lock on safety, look like I painted my walls and I stained it

I got you all hung up, I framed it

Money call speaking my language

I don't need a ball or a banquette

I'm just trying to ball I can't quit

You all off cadence, y'all off radar, y'all out dated

Now that I'm back up, my bread up

I'm cooking my appetite got me fed up

I'm in the studio smoking up something, I'm sippin I'm holding a bottle Ciroc

I will surmount to shit you are just counterfeit

Counter productive, I'm putting the hours in

I get your girl to get cowgirlin

I hear her hooten and hollering

Keep making moves and departure then

I'm so provocative, keep hitting octaves

I got that octane, smoking up all the strains

I'll put you all to shame, I'm pullin up in a straight blacked out charter plane

I'm needing all the gains, I'm needing all the fame

Keep going to hard again, I keep on bodying

We keep on partying, me and my team we gon keep sippin Chardonnay

I need a guardian angel watch all my change

I put that on my name, don't take no breaks or no holidays

I'll throw it all away, I hear you speaking up don't give a fuck what you got to say

Don't give a fuck what you gotta say

I need my Guala like andele

Calmate, you don't want me to get rowdy cuz honestly I don't know nobody out here that's stopping me

Pardon me, sorry, we back to your regular events and right after the break I'll be coming up next

I was raised with faith so I'm up coming up blessed, and if anybody hate it then I'm coming for your neck

Do you really want to get into it with a loose screw, Imma shoot you, come back unpack the strap and use voodoo

Summoning the demon and knowing the reason I'm thinking of leaving the scene and then when you see me you like who you

Actually, I just done a whole lotta growing and showing and every moment and I think a nigga really blowing

Really on it, I don't ever lie boy I'm really honest you won't even know it

And I'm so low key, these niggas thinking I be oden son I ain't joking son I ain't choose rap but I'm still the chosen one

I grow my funds and load my lungs

Talking underneath you breath, I ain't don't boy

I know my tongues and I know my limits I ain't got non

I would smoke my opps but I ain't got one

Pete Mitchell with the bitch nigga top gun icarus nigga to close to a hot sun

Hut one you a 22 in a shotgun

Nigga acting rotty like Rich til the box come

Box front

Hot boy nigga you is not one

Mag rounds so damn big we playing shot put

I put anybody in the ground

This shit is not fun and games

And all you lames need to be stopped huh

I make a banger then I drop one

I put the sticky to your mouth this shit in not gum

Found the balance time and talent

Tryna make a hundred thousand

Millions billions leave the planet

I don't think you understand it uh

Really bout this paper boy I'm tryna make a livin, been the vision since I started spitting need to get to filling my pockets

Baby pick it up and she drop it off at the location that I told her to stop at

And if she get hungry then I put it in her tummy

Shawty fuck with me cuz she ain't messing with no dummy

And she know the drill she'll be gone if there's no money

Posted on the gram showing everybody how you love me uh

Pushing the seat way back in the car

Better be quick we ain't driving to far

Got my foot on the gas put my hand in her bra

Got me feeling the back of her throat oh my god

Mutha Fuxka Music give a fuck yeah he produced it

Imma spit that fire on the beat til I abuse it

I'm a psycho I murder beats for my amusement

Told me put a verse in now I'm ballin Imma lose it

My boy got the recipe, and if he wanna flex then he can't sell the beats

Everybody tryna get that cheddar cheese

But only one name making them H-I-Ts