[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
Woke up with some hoes in the kitchen cookin' dope
They say you reap what you sow (I'm shy, oh, my God), I put my issues in a blunt
Walk 'round with a bitch from Vogue, she my eater for the month
If you ain't livin' by the code, I gotta step away, you sus
You tryna beef with me, you bold, I'll put your granny in the trunk
What you know about that stove? He took a soul, he on the run
I come from roaches and black mold, from the ghetto, now it's up (Uppy, yeah)

[Verse]
But brodie caught a body 'bout a week ago, he on a roll
Pride too high, you disrespect him, he gon' fo' sure let you know (Let you know)
Keep a revolver, keep my shells, I hit 'em with a snub nosе (Bah)
Aim for the head, I touch ya dome
Wе bang that block and keep a chrome
Leave you in the twilight zone, bitch love me and my cologne
Put her in some Jimmy Choo, Balenci' jacket, Ricky shoes
Ain't wit' one ho, I'm with a few, like 'em by the fuckin' two's
My diamonds blind you, peekaboo, n***a said what? beef with who?
The n***a's a bug, tell 'em "shoo," that n***a's a speck, leave 'em at the bottom of my shoe
Might bless you like "achoo," I'm that n***a, whatever I do
R.I.P., Sean, do this shit for you, I'ma ask God, "what do I do?" Yeah
Grew up on that block, I'm grandmom's baby
I can never stop gon' brazy like I'm Tom Brady, meet me at the top
Big ol' fifty on me and a hundred rounds, we 'bout to send some shots
Who want smoke? Who want war? You a joke, pockets sore
Go dig your partner up, he a dinosaur, he from a different day and age (Haha)
Pour a Wock' in a lemonade, my bitch, she sippin' lemon drop
Pull up in a yellow Lamb' and a red droptop
Your whole gang broke as hell you need to stop (Stop), drop, and roll
Everything okay, I got this shit under control
My bitch bad as hell, she stand on shit, pigeon-toed
We spinnin' back, where ya at, catch the opps by the toe
And I'm on demand, walk the yellow brick road, ah
[Chorus]
Woke up with some hoes in the kitchen cookin' dope
They say you reap what you sow, I put my issues in a blunt
Walk 'round with a bitch from Vogue, she my eater for the month
If you ain't livin' by the code, I gotta step away, you sus
You tryna beef with me, you bold, I'll put your granny in the trunk
What you know about that stove? He took a soul, he on the run
I come from roaches and black mold, from the ghetto, now it's up (Uppy)