Recipe

[Intro]
Yeah, you know what's poppin' when it's on a Sensei beat
You dig?
I'ma- ooh

[Chorus]
I'ma do the dash
In that motherfucker, pray to god that I don't crash
Smoke a 3.5 in the Backwood, I don't pass
Save all that cap 'bout that shit you ain't had
Slide a couple tries I can get you toe tagged
I hustle, I grind, leave a broke nigga mad
No back-and-forth, just get to the bag

[Verse]
Do I want a Porsche or I want a Jag'?
We get him scorch-scorched, do him down bad
First through fourth we want the sack
I had to trap daily, ain't talkin' no blog
Carbon fiber AR and it came wit' ACOG
Infrared beam, I can see through the fog
You can get sprayed or this shit can get solved
Some line that a nigga can't cross
These niggas beefin' on computers like broads
Play get me 5k and 5k got me lookin' like a lick
I'd rather do a whole lot of blue bands
Off-White, Vlone, I don't do no friends
I put this shit on, make a nigga wanna try it
I'll fuck your main bitch in the Hyatt
Ball on no court, drip like golf
Just a little more of Hi-Tech took me off
Get to the check at all costs
She can suck the dick but she gotta take the lip gloss off
Late night creep wit' the top knocked off
Glick on me, she suck dick through the drawers
Wrist on froze, how much did it cost?
Dual-turbo wit' twin exhaust
Yeah, that my Klvn, that my dog
Want a big old bag, no Santa Claus

[Chorus]
I'ma do the dash
In that motherfucker, pray to god that I don't crash
Smoke a 3.5 in the Backwood, I don't pass
Save all that cap 'bout that shit you ain't had
Slide a couple tries I can get you toe tagged
I hustle, I grind, leave a broke nigga mad
No back-and-forth, just get to the bag