Garlic Butter (Freestyle) LLKTG

[Intro]
(WardoMadeThisOne)
Long live Ketchy, long live Drakeo

[Verse]
I got stir fried chicken, I got rice
Prassie diamonds, I don't purchase SIs
Susa Lee gon' probably need some new appliances
Hoodie on while I'm creepin' through the night and shit
Throw that shit on, every day we get fly
I be with the gang members, niggas might get violent
Don't sip, you always complainin' 'bout the prices
You really need to chill, baby, you gettin' too excited
She ain't got no chili for me, nevermind
They have no ice around, I put my piece in my cup
Told Tom I need my space or I'll be savin' Private Ryan
I'll splash on a bitch, crystal geyser
Told Mei Ling I need one more all-nighter
I'll turn this Wock' to red, I know science
Can't trust that nigga if he ridin' in a Charger
We'll strip the cameraman, boss, and an artist
This for the bucks 'cause the getaway was flawless
Two steaks when we ridin' through Los Scandalous
I got stir fried chicken, where the salmon?
My paisa friends here, they clocked this hate with a bucana
In the booth talkin' shit, bitch, I'm viral
I got a hottie in the coupe ridin' shotty
Pour the pint, now I'm dead, I'm a zombie
I feel like Ketchy off this Narco satty
Nigga, drop that addy, I'm a savage
I'll leave a nigga brains all over his Lanvins
I don't want her, at best, that bitch average
I'm just that, I got dimes hittin' backflips
And somersaults, she know gymnastics
Fatty out with my chain on, cookin' breakfast
Unpredictable, I said the unexpected
Well protected, let's get it straight, nigga
On the ten doin' two hundred past the jakes
Nine on my lap, ain't no way I touch the brakes
If it's any problems with me, tell a nigga, "Make it shake"
In my bag, it ain't nothin' they could say
It's pretty obvious, she know who to pay
I keep a stick handy, nigga, I've been waitin' on this day, shit

[Outro]
These niggas know what's goin' on
Long live Ketchy, though
I got stir-fried chicken, I got rice
I got garlic butter sittin' on the side
I got Ling Ling on the other line
With her friends in the Benz, I got [?]
I got, uh, I got ice
I got Wockhardt, no, I don't, I'm lyin'
I got Benadryl sittin' in my Sprite
With a Seroquel, nigga, that's the night
I got, yeah
I got, free the [?], man, free my niggas, man
Free all the [?], man
I got
Long live Drakeo, long live Ketchy
It's still the truth, nigga
I still got niggas lookin' bad and shit
I got stir-fried chicken, I got rice