Lyrics

Cook it right up out the water I'm fresh and I'm on fire 
Set the hook on something heavy I bet he gon grab the pliers 
Hit the buyer and supplier, I need a new set of tires 
Under pressure ima put it together, call me McGvyer aye
What the fuck they laughin at 
I'm in my natural habitat 
Na go and check the rabbit traps
I'm finna blow the thermostat 
Extreme badge on the 2 door, bet you ain't heard of that
Clean title, ima check the facts for I spend them racks 
Pull up in that sleeper you ain't even know what's in it
And the windows tinted bitch I been itching to get a ticket 
Drop a snippet and these bitches be tripping I know they dig it
I hear crickets when you spitting, throw that boy right on the skillet 
Lemme break it down for you just gimmy a lil minute
I apologize if it's too explicit, don't get offended  
I'm jus tryna play witcho spirit my shit get wicked 
Stay the fuck up out my business ain't never gon pay to kick it 
Ima break the beaker I'm cooking until it's looking right 
Look alive, ima break my back until I'm booking flights 
Shawty on my line, like woady what you gon do tonight 
Bitch you was born wit 2 eyes that you don't utilize 
I can see through all that funny shit you lil dummy bitch 
Still whipping the beater into a money pit 
Bro get outta line they won't fuck wit him, they gon punish him
Five foot ten, can't touch the rim, but I can make it swish 
Oil in the driveway, leaking on the highway 
I'm tryna get paid right now, like fuck a Friday 
Fuck what they be tryna say, we gon do it my way 
Ima need a raise, or I'm breaking yo supply chain 
All these mfs fake, we really can not relate 
Cut the locks off the gate do whatever it takes
I got chopsticks for snakes tryna play wit my name 
Keep a shovel in the back of my truck to dig a grave 
Written by: Garrett Whitlow
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