[**Chorus: Pryce**]
Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute
Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken
Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it
Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet
I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest
You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test
Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets
In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip
[**Verse 1: Pryce**]
Ah, you know that it's lovе, but not if it's toxic
If it ain't money, then what is the topic
Seen a 45 Glock said that I want it
Glock 42 fit right in my pockеt
With the FN, don't make you a target
Go by the few like a market
Show love when you see me
Number one like your DP
Come take a ride like these breezes
They'll pull up in Corollas, with a brick 10 ounces of soda
Cuss is jerking off sofas
Cuss is pulling up in Rovers
So many times started over
So many times could've got flipped over
17, almost hit by a pump, but the boy got pitched by a Cobra
You niggas ain't real, you niggas are squirrel don't really know much about pain
Charge so much to the game, so many trap outs, so many chains
Saved so many times, how could I not change
Bag ready if you're scheming
Blue steel and it's gleaming
We think alike, but our dope is different
Got you looking for a lower ticket
Took planes with more than a midget
Cross country, gotta get it, get it
But now we international
Wipe you down real fashionable
No time for a no attitude
[**Chorus: Pryce**]
Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute
Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken
Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it
Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet
I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest
You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test
Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets
In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip
[**Verse 2: WhyG**]
Cooking chicken like Thanksgiving
Kitchen hot, need oven mittens
I whip it up and they say it's delicious
I break it down, nip it out till it's finished
All of this water like I'm going fishing
I killed a boy with a Glizzy and Smithin'
Tourist at 1911
Shit out my ass, make him jealous
Cocaine looking like Ellen DeGeneres
Conserving the trap here at Camas
And the switch on the back is for vantage
And I'm getting these bands I'm a bandit
And she biting the pillow, can't manage
Brickie's so wet before that shit landed
My crackers, they calling me Brandon
Won't talk any momo, like Jackson
My off day free throws, easy baskets
Put some grease on that Glizzy like Athens
Big stepper, you know that I'm massive
Hit him up from the front but he backflip
Trap all night, cooking up white brick, all of my runners out of town
Be white kids
Big white diamonds, they shining on my wrist
Fat back, she got a black bod, she a white bitch
Cook up Brickie in the pot, it took 30 minutes
I told Lil' Cro to watch, now he know to whip it
I can microwave a ounce, that shit take 18 seconds
Dining up around Mel Gibson, we got lethal weapons
[**Chorus: Pryce**]
Cook a baby in the kitchen, only take a minute
Let that dope sit in the pot, like some seasoned chicken
Bitch, I whip it, then it lock, shock it, bag it, get it
Put some water on my neck, put the rest on my Piguet
I just drug and I finesse, saw some soft and cooked the rest
You know chickens come with breasts, 8 out of 10 on the test
Drop her off swerve to the next, hoe just put it in my pockets
In the tropics, still not logical around bosses, please don't gossip
