Tr3y - Kitch3n

All my niggas rapping out the motherfucking hideout
Moving moneybags across the country 'bout to ride out
We got money mission nigga ain't got time for time out
Police kick the door in why you cutting open my couch

The Gucci bags we tuck the cash right to the pad box
100 racks it's never taxed we make it on the block
All up in the studio and you can find me sipping
All my niggas got an apron

Whipping in the, whipping in the
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whipping in the kitchen

Scary niggas please move over
Standing there here hold my soda
Can't you smell a real nigga odor
My swag 90's like Motorola

Yo chick I call her cobra
All fours like Toyota
Went down like underwater
Grab her head like lil' Yoda

Sensitive ass I'm being vulgar
Niggas told y'all bout' the culture
Drones homie they flying over
Tryna snap a pic' of bacon soda

Put a strap right on a back of vultures
Punishment from me is torture
Ain't prescribe it, its probably throw up
H-Bomb I'm bout' to blow up like

She say daddy can you put the addy' in my cup
Wolverine design jeans cut down to knees to hold the bucks
Told her I could change her future now she calling me the judge
Tryna' play in my dreads saying I could you hook up

Either working or you tweaking girl just get right to the cusp
I ain't buying you no drink just 'cuz you standing next to us
When I told her that she looked at me like motherfucker what
Told her girl I'm only kidding I just wanna cause a fuzz, hush

All my niggas rapping out the motherfucking hideout
Moving moneybags across the country 'bout to ride out
We got money mission nigga ain't got time for time out
Police kick the door in why you cutting open my couch

The Gucci bags we tuck the cash right to the pad box
100 racks it's never taxed we make it on the block
Papa was a thug and he was feeding that addiction
Caught him in the apron stirring

Whipping in the, whipping in the
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whipping in the kitchen

Learned a lot from Young Maal
Had to sit him down for a while
Orange suit with the white socks
My nigga name a number now

Real prison bring real frowns
Thought you knew bout' black and brown
Them niggas stay throwing down
You could lose ya' life just walking around

Make ya' not wanna do crime
Make ya' not wanna wait in line
Make ya' wanna get ya teeth shined
Make ya' wanna gold the whole bottom line

I been patient but it's finally time
Money plots just was playtime
Mind sharp like porcupine
Blowing weed on the airline

Pilot scream on the intercom
He done ask to let the air out
Me and my niggas like way out
Ain't even safe to roll the windows down

Had to come up off the battleground
Started with nothing and I'm litty now
Y'all niggas give the run-around
Wonder why I never come around

On a flight to leave the country now
Breezed down all out of town of
One of my niggas done bought a pound
Dawg we might have to have to turn around

See 'em scoping out the watch tower
Tryna' take one of my niggas down
Dawg you might catch a uni-brow
Boom onomatopoeia ya' pal

All my niggas rapping out the motherfucking hideout
Moving moneybags across the country 'bout to ride out
We got money mission nigga ain't got time for time out
Police kick the door in why you cutting open my couch

The Gucci bags we tuck the cash right to the pad box
100 racks it's never taxed we make it on the block
All up in the studio and you can find me sipping
All my niggas got an apron

Whipping in the, whipping in the
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whipping in the kitch', whipping in the kitchen
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip, whipping in the kitchen

Written by:
Robert Wilson III

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