Just Left the Kitchen

[Intro]
Shawty Paid
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I just came from detention
Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin'
Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley
Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi
Took a loss, got it back, now they envy
Four-five attached, not friendly
Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant
Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century
Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention
Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin'
Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed
Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it
Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin'
First to the flow, I know they can't stand it
Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny
Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business

[Verse 1]
Meet me in the kitchen if you wanna be a witness
I ain't with the dissin', pullin' up and blitzing
One phone call's one summer on consistent
Drop dope off, swear to God I live it
All about the money, pop fraud, I'm with it
I could show you how to go check a fifty
Break down low, stop playin' with my feelings
You feel me, stack your shit up to the ceiling
More O's and I go get this row
You can hang with the gang if you ain't fuckin' told
Pop 30's, no pain, just bang these hoes
Two door, no brain, how I came in this ho
Untamed in this ho
Let shots ring in this ho
Run up my change in this ho
Nigga, you know, nigga, you know how it go
Break it down, go get some more
Eskimo shit, sellin' shit in the snow
Take your lil' bitch, stick dick in the ho
Fentanyl mix, came out Louis V 'fit
Amiri jeans doing the most
'Fore you do 'em up close
Six figure nigga, I boast
Call all the trappers, tell 'em let's have a toast
Vacuum seal it, then go hit the road
In traffic with the guys and they on go

[Chorus]
I just came from detention
Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin'
Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley
Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi
Took a loss, got it back, now they envy
Four-five attached, not friendly
Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant
Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century
Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention
Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin'
Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed
Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it
Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin'
First to the flow, I know they can't stand it
Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny
Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business

[Verse 2]
Yeah, diamonds on me lookin' just like Christmas
Need a hundred bales, I want the Xanny, then flip it
Know the stages of the dope game business
Trap miss it, every month I'm consistent
Hire ten cars and I hug the windows
In every state like the pack I'm shippin'
Hating on me'll get you shot in the face
Glock hold 33, call that bitch Pippen
Good nose candy, who want it? Who sniffin'?
Whippin' like Grady, got the bomb on the substance
He ain't even rich, his boss just be bluffin'
Break down the bricks, show some love to my cousin
All of my hoes ride all on my oven
Laptop stretch dope, sell it in public
Keep gettin' rich, gettin' money, I does it
She don't remember bitch, but I still sell the dozen

[Chorus]
I just came from detention
Got ten hoes, think I be pimpin'
Couple inches sittin' on the Bentley
Shots fired, skeet off in a hemi
Took a loss, got it back, now they envy
Four-five attached, not friendly
Hundred grams blend in, Cuban link pendant
Bag up the dope, hottest nigga in a century
Forever paid, I ain't even fuckin' mention
Free all the guys, man, that shit ain't endin'
Standin' in the kitchen, whippin' up, both handed
Sixty on my wrist, I ain't even fuckin' plan it
Glock-17, this bitch ain't jammin'
First to the flow, I know they can't stand it
Breakin' down hoes, they callin' me Manny
Hit the flip phone if you wanna do business