In the kitchen

I'm in the kitchen whippin' dope, poured a pint of red

Coke and fork, scrape the pot, sound like he's makin' eggs

Junkies hit my phone got me doin' math in my head, say you wanna, hold on, cuh, let me, what he said

I got a trap, but I don't mind goin' bust to bust, and I got a slider and it's loaded like a Tonka truck

It's on E, bet I fill it up, from a boy to a man, from a ounce to a metro-ton

Ain't got a trapper, baby, get you one, he got a belly and some motion, bet that dick hit like a Tommy gun

Big booty, baddie she choosing, that's Bond #9 she don't give a fuck about no Cuban

I be rockin' drip like a nigga got a booster, them niggas on the bench, all star, I'm a hooper

Can't say motion, fuck that, we havin' fat boy, got cheddar, cheese and chips, plenty cabbage, we eatin

Get out the Pyrex , put it on the stove, give me the fork and the scale and the work, I'm bout to drop a load