Recipe ft. BT Ahzure & A.Baddix Lyrics

Ugly ass boy, get up off this scooter

Man it's mine now, shoot, I'm taking this for a joyride boy

I came into the game and then I made it pause

Instant hits on the brain, they gave the applause

They tell me stay in my lane, but boy I hog it all

Boy I'm coughing more hits then what COVID caused

My intros hitting harder than whatever you put out

Bout to put you little rappers right into a drought

I be quiet but you know I love running my mouth

I'm taking out these haters just like a carry-out

Yawl be capping if you say I don't switch up the style

Look at my discography and you'll see all the miles

All achievements on me cause all of my constant fire

Just like I predicted all the song streams start to pile

Minutes verses when I hop on a feature

I don't sit, nah, I don't sit on bleachers

I ain't nice, you don't hear nice to meet ya

And I'm so far gone that I won't even see ya

My success is because I have the recipe

You already knew that though on the song Spaghetti

That's why you could never ever be compared to me

There ain't ever a song where I'm not ready

Three albums to my name, can you stop me

I'm a work-alcoholic when it's coming to music making

A W is what me and Adrian taking

Now I sit back while the streams start raking

Take it to the back

I don't even know your fucking name like no cap

Shoot up neighbors in they motherfucking back with my strap

I'm going down the motherfucking block to be exact

Shoot up neighbors in they house, kick they face, steal they hat

If you was his dawg back in the past, it don't matter

And rolling down the alley, popped your brain, heard it splatter

Smack my brother in his head cause making money

Got that sauce like spaghetti

I ain't gonna share call me fucking petty

Let's TP the church and run out with the dono fetty

Man hit him in his motherfucking face cause he ain't betting

Boy missed all them shots with that gun, he ain't steady

I said that shit nice, you pulled up on the block to fight

I sent another bomb to go and set off, day and night

Cause you is a rat, and shoot you in the motherfucking face

I'm coming down the fucking block like with the strap

I put them in they fucking place, I'm going crazy on the track

Nah, where's Baby On The Track, nah you talking all that cap

Shoot up neighbors in they back aye, aye, aye

Took like a million tries boy, but that is it

Yeah man, we gonna make it out of the hood one of these days boy

I'm telling you man

All yawl gonna wish you didn't do me like that

Yeah