Recipe Lyrics

Soufside, leh ride

Soufside, leh ride

Soufside, leh ride

Soufside, leh ride

Ok

I be going in

Penis during intercourse

Play with me,you X'd

I aynt talking winter sports

Crossing every T

Capital,don't split in fours

If i had a benz

It'd be the one with Sprinter doors

Googled an aventador

That's some shyt i can't afford

That could get me plenty whores

But i smashed out in a ford

Flow that's gon get an award

No allowance for my chores

Clearasil was for my pores

Now I'm working on my core

I aynt speaking crunches

Ask me if I'm happy though

Growing out my dreads

Smiling with the nappy fro

Always fuck a hater

You aynt gotta dap me bro

Joking on my pace

So why you never lap me though

While you in my face

Bet you never slap me yo

If I'm really trash

Bet you can't out rap me ho

I can make a call

Bet you can't out strap my folk

Hammers, blammers, Tity flow

Kill em, tag em, ShiKaDoh

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

I killed the mutha fuckin track

And told em rest in peace

I killed the mutha fuckin rap

And told em rest in peace

I killed a nigga on his track

They told em rest in peace

I'll ya nigga on his track

And tell em rest in peace

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got the recipe

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got the recipe

I got that mutha fuckin dope

Or maybe crack

Cuz they keep on coming back

Even when they say its whack

Hmm, picture that

Matter fact, picture me rich

Labeled the shyt

For making beats

And coming up without

Selling in the streets

And not selling out the streets

And learning to keep a piece

Enforcement don't keep the peace

In uniform from the sheets

I'm still in the fuckin hood

And still feel misunderstood

I'd rather roll up a sweet

But niggas be rolling woods

I'm slabbin no whippin

My niggas rolling no crippin

Yo niggas riding and dippin

You know we sliding no slippin

They hate when you have opinions

Like they afraid to be different

If you like Trump then you wildin

If you like Biden you trippin

I mean, gah damn

I like what i like

I like food and workin

And i love my mic

They say I'm late if I'm bloomin

I tell em greatness is loomin

Be licking cat like its groomin

You can't see me cuz i'm fumin

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

I killed the mutha fuckin track

And told em rest in peace

I killed the mutha fuckin rap

And told em rest in peace

I killed a nigga on his track

They tol em rest in peace

I'll kill ya nigga on his track

And tell em rest in peace

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got the recipe

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got tha recipe

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

Aye

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got the recipe

I got that mutha fuckin dope

And got the recipe

I killed a nigga on his track

And told em rest in peace

I'll kill ya nigga on his track

And tell em rest in peace

I killed the mutha fuckin rap

And told em rest in peace

I killed that mutha fuckin track

And tell em rest in peace

I'm Twan J