Head Chef

Prescription on hold

Pockets underfed, go and get some bread

Boy you bold, talkin' all that head, come and get some lead

I'm on go, doin' pseudo-fed, tryna lose the feds

I don't know, I just blew a check on some percocets, uh

You talkin' to the man lil bitch, you fuckin with the head chef

I just got two random bitches drippin' on my bed set

She suck me with no hands, that shit so good I need a head rest

I just popped a perc, it got me ready for the next set

Walk it down, walk it down, glock on my hip