6 Star Chef ft. Tron Wit Da Bars Lyrics

Its getting spooky fa the opps i keep coming back

Im like a fiend on they block shooting in yo trap

But im confused cuz they sayin that they fuckin gangster

I just dont understand it cuz they aint shootin back

How you sittin round broke nigga get on it

That pack weak like a sofa you gone sit on it

I feel like mike vick i got that pit on me

Or more like the grouch cuz i got that green shit on me

Uh when i slide getem punched i aint talkin visa

187 same page i aint talkin beepers

Put the beam on hem fa 10 i call that a teener

Murdered out got his ass wrangeled thinkin jeepers creepers

Enough of that if everybody dead when you double back did you double back

My wack ass bm keep trana get me fuckin back

She made me nut wanted a hug i couldnt cuddle that

That nigga sweet call hem arizona put hem ona tee

All i do is scam i dont know why i got a ged

My teens going titan wit that boy and they been robin

Shot him and his bitch while they was high got they heart jumpin

He couldnt bubble that but me im like sponge bob im gone bubble that

My bitch ass thick her cheeks like two separate asses

My cat got horses cows and separate asses

In laymen terms i touch this pedal then im gone pass you

Damn gotta cross son like jesus

Keep thumping loud pounds nigga thats a speaker

I be scammin on phonics i dont need no reader

Im martin to these hoes see im just lookin for a gina

For my julius diamonds gold ima give em caesar

Since i got the bust down ap i act alil meaner

Was down at caesars when i copped that bitch i had a seizure

Come here lil bitch come here let me toss yo salad

I just told her that cuz she been runnin wit canbbage

Sheesh lil bad bitch she won a pageant

Fuck her for seven hours straight put her ina casket

Niggas keep hollin bout some work wit some hit in it

My cook like big momma with the whip she put her foot in it

Droppin baby on his neck it got that kid in it

Treat my opps like smokers mouth i put a sig in it

Run packs like reggie bush high bridge and kush

Lupe with the work i kick i push

She asked can we start a bond i ask can she cook

My bitch cook better then me she put her foot in it

Went to c brown with my opp and put his hood in it

Walkin down yo block fa the beef bitch whats good in it

Run my other opp up too put a wood in it

High five tron and we gone jump off the rope on you

Extortion on yo block im uncle sam come pay yo taxes

Her baby daddy ball i ball too but we in different brackets

He ina g league im ina g league you see me

Walkem down stand over the body i need 3 rings