Spic & Span

[Intro]
(JAYLAP)
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse]
Yeah, my Migo off a Toosii, he like "Mean" Joe Green
I got a big banana clip in my mini 14
Yeah, I got a lot of boss, I don't really want a queen
Hittin' plays, hittin' hoes, that's my daily routine
Cheffin' in the kitchen, that's the daily routine
But dog food and ice is the only cuisine
Everybody wanna know how we gettin' all this green
Irene runnin' through the work like a specialized machine
Unky hit the KitchenAid, he finna make a ski boil
How your hands clean and you expect to get the spoils?
Dutch'll leave you stankin' in the lot like we don't need soil
Shorty booty like my chopper, it got all that recoil
My OG in the kitchen cuttin' chicken like a Sioux chef
When unky copped the 'bows, he hit me with the, "What it do, neph'?"
They ain't tryna take the dub from $weet, too bad I don't give two F's
Got F&N tucked just in case I meet a new threat
Shorty askin' if the work clean, Spic and Span
In the trap, blick in hand, you at the crib, dick in hand
From suburbia, that's why I rap a little bland
And when they ask me why I do it, I just tell 'em, "'Cause I can"
Chicken in the kitchen, I ain't talkin' KFC
Naw, I'm not from Kansas City, but I know 'bout KNC
Got a K right on my lap in case a pussy play with me
I told her, "Put this in your pussy 'til we get from A to Z"
My mans shreddin' shit like Jimi Hendrix
If Dutch on your head, bitch, you might as well end it
Chopstick got an eye, sayin' damn like he Kendrick
The way your girl on my shit, she should go and join forensics
I don't wanna rock the Cartis 'less they got a lot of swirl
They be like, "Who them white boys rappin' 'bout the boy and girl?"
Opps see Dutch, switch to bitch mode, they hit the ground and curl
Twenty cannons in the trap lookin' like The Black Pearl
It ain't no food in the trap, but this bitch stocked up on guns
I met suburban fifty-three sellin' my fiend the fifty-ones
As suburban as could be, I'm chillin' in the city's slums
My bitch gotta have a bag, I can't cuff a pretty bum
Tryna call my bluff? My boy, that's pretty fuckin' dumb
Lil' drummer in the chop, this bitch go rum-a-pum-pum
This a lumpsum, you'll be playin' with the crumbs
Touchin' all this guwop, I need new motherfuckin' thumbs
Countin' all this paper, think I need new fuckin' hands
We out here in the field, bet it look good from the stands
In the badlands and we gettin' big bands
They say $weet a badlad, I made your shorty suck my glands
Me and mine came to get this paper, pussy, not to play
Playin' nonchalant, but on the low, I got a lot to say
Hundred round drum, now Big Bertha got a lot to say
Thinkin' $weet's sweet? I bet that stop today