Recipe 2

If it came down to it, I pick the money over you

I pick the drugs over you, I pick the plug over you

I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo

I fell in love with the game, bitch, fell in love with the food

I'ma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon

I then felt so much pain you just can't see the wounds

It's gone hurt for me to leave dawg, but I gotta do it

I put them hittas on yo neck boy just like noose

I-I would give this bitch my all dawg but bitches be choosing

It's ups and downs in this shit stack it up just to lose it

Would let you shoot the bag but I don't like how you move it

I told the bitch to throw it back, yeah, that's how you do it

My slime just bought back we slap 5 to thumb through it

My hitta brazy he come back and say, "That's how you shoot it."

When I sip the high tec yeah it keep me boolin'

I'm tryna dodge the hook while I'm driving I'm coolin'

I mean driving I'm boolin'

Hit the bitch on Tuesday, I think her name was Ruby

They wanna take these pictures dawg my life like a movie

When that stick get to flashing dawg that shit not a movie

Boy, you betta move it

Got the automatic vert dawg I feel like Lil Uzi

She say, "I swear I love yo songs man I feel like a groupie!"

We gone hustle winter time, summer time make a movie

If it came down to it I pick the money over you

I pick the drugs over you, I pick the plug over you

I'm lying, I'm in love with you, boo

I fell in love with the game, bitch fell in love with the food

Imma let her take the bodeine right off the spoon

I then felt so much pain, you just can't see the wounds

It's gone hurt for me to leave dawg, but I gotta do it

I put them hittas on yo neck, boy (Man) , just like noose

I-I-I crash the whip dawg before I spill the juice

I told her move her hands nah bitch let me do it

We was skipping in the halls you was an excellent student

Dawg, now you the shooter (Now you the shooter)

I just talk what I seen that's how I speak it so fluent

If you slip on the scene you catch a fade like Lil Boosie

I'm in the MMG got his hoes swimming to me

She want me to fly out but I need more than just pussy (Man)

When it come down to it, it's bout the bag yeah the pros

Don't trust these bitch, they hoes

Don't let nobody see the load

Don't let nobody in no

Get the money in the floor

I've got a 30 in the pole

Hottest songs in the city, they ain't booking us for shows

Yeah, it's time for us to go

Yeah, it's time to hit the road

They don't wanna let us in, shit, it's time to kick the door

(What's wrong?)

Boy