Stove

Hook:

I’m back up in this bitch and I feel good again
I’m back up in the city I feel good again
We got racks for the war crimes
100 racks ain’t none to make a nigga momma cry
And we still just over the stove
You know how it goes
She my lil block bitch
Made her my Cinderella
Put her just over the stove
With a arm and a hammer

Verse:

Need a lil money yea
All I need is a phone
I made this shit change and I did it on my own
Did it out of OT
Man I’m lowkey so where nobody even know me
Armani what she call me
If the feds pullup she know not to call me
Riding with that fye gotta keep it on me
How a nigga catch a tan in the winter
And I’m flying out to cali freak hoes
With the vibes in a sprinter
We was saving up rice and noodles
Now it’s steak all for dinner
Palm angels I’m a young rich sinner
Fuck a broke hoe my bitch a bread winner
I can teach you how to get them backends
9 times outta 10
She gon fuck me in the foreign with her best friend
That’s fasho She a freak hoe
And all these hoes love casamigos yea
I’m leanin like a kick stand rollin off the hydro
I can’t do no liquor baby she wanna lick me up
I got a lil power baby I gotta keep it tucked
She say you moving sour lifestyle ain’t sweet
I’m a big boss nigga fuck you pay me

Hook:

I’m back up in this bitch and I feel good again
I’m back up in the city I feel good again
We got racks for the war crimes
100 racks ain’t none to make a nigga momma cry
And we still just over the stove
You know how it goes
She my lil block bitch
Made her my Cinderella
Put her just over the stove
With a arm and a hammer