CHEF HIGH TIMES

Yuhh Chef Chef

Yo, I remember when I first started with my rhyming
Just discovered I had unpredictable timing
Thought I had it figured out found my silver lining
I could see my shit everywhere bitch I'm rising
Yea I'm fucking bitches who ain't never pop their hymen
Got them other bitches on my lap and they grinding
See you mumble rapping over there you're declining
Yea my rap game sick yea my bars are surprising
When I'm in the car homie pass the aux cord
Sit back and relax do not ask what it's for
If you ask the question your head hits the dashboard
If you looking at me shoot you like a wild boar
(I DON'T EVEN LOOK AT THE SCOREBOARD)
When i'm in the car you know that it gets floored
Call your wifey on the side you know she bored
Take her to the mall let her blow it all , she whore