Divine the Chef - New Rates

I was countin' up n she was countin' me out
My niggas bustin' scripts if it come to a drought
She like Off-White, so I came on her blouse (Uh)
I was just high when I came to her house (When I came to her house, uh)
Buy it by the bag and then we trap out the ounce
Send it to my Zelle, I watch it hit my account
She could probably fit a whole truck in her mouth
Her actions weak as hell they speak bout loud as a mouse
Ion really trust her so we fuck on the couch
I feel like Future sippin' Pippen, tryn' fuck on ya' spouse
My young boy get to trippin', keep that fire in a pouch
The 30 got 'em itchin', he tryn' break in a house
(I just burned a bridge, I lit a village on fire)
(Kevin Gates rates, baby ion get tired)
Momma if you love me, why you kickin' me out
Momma if you love me, why you kickin' me out
Baby, shut up, just roll me a Stout
All that Honey Berry leave a taste in my mouth
Ima drop the cherry, burn down the whole house
I'm a lil' different, I could drown in a fire
Marlo Stanfield, I move mass on the wire
Getting' jammed or lose my mans, bitch the devil a liar
Young nigga shit! Old niggas retire!
I just burned a bridge, I lit a village on fire
Kevin Gates Rates, baby ion get tired
(We just raised the stakes, I'm wired and inspired)

Written by:
R. Nelson

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