Recipe

West, you're insane

What you talking about?

You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch, uh

It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks, uh

Spin on your block with a .40 Glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This shit too easy, what you talking about Mitt?

I'm talking about cash, paper, checks, uh

My shooter be strapped with a TEC

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood in the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

What you talkin' about?

Hit a couple licks, still trap a lil' bit but I'ma keep it on the low-low

They say I be doin' the most, I'm smokin' on dope while I run from the po-po

And you ain't never seen no shit like this

I be rockin' the Givenchy with the Polo (yeah)

And I still got a big bankroll, on swole

You can go and ask your ho for the info

Yeah, yeah

Look at my neck, hey, fuck on that bitch

It's the minute man

You can catch me stickin' dick in a skinny bitch

Run up a set, ****, ain't got a penny, pens

Off-White shirt and my shoes Valentino

Brand-new coupe, all white like kilo

Hit 'em with the choppa, make 'em dance like Tito

Bitch too easy, I hit it like a free throw (yeah)

And we done had hard times

Stood on the block wit' the .40, you dissin' the gang

A **** get hall tied

Play with my ****, they all died

Sack like Santa, I'm rocking designer (yeah), all kinds

I walk in the room, and I'm covered in ice

If they look at me, I leave 'em all blind

What you talking about?

You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch, uh

It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks, uh

Spin on your block with a .40 Glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This shit too easy, what you talking about Mitt?

I'm talking about cash, paper, checks, uh

My shooter be strapped with a TEC

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood in the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

I had to grind and get it for me

Shoot up the street if you're dissin' the G

Ain't no cap on me

I know them Bloods gon' rob from me

I'm dripping, got fur on my chinchilla mink

Pop me an Addy and fuck to the beat

My baby, she here, she freak in them sheets

Sex in the car and she wet up the seat

We done came a long way from the hotbox

We were trappin', we were runnin' from the police

All I need is one, two, three, four, five, six licks

I'ma ball like Kobe

And I'm smoking a big backwoods and they stuck to the mess like a motherfuckin' ho (big buns)

Bitch, I just bust down my wrist (ice)

I got 80 pointers in my Rollie

Remember them days we slept on the floor

Got a couple racks, now a **** want more

Gucci my sweater, my pants Dior

I got the stick when I walk in the store

My ****, they throw up the foreign

You not gon' talk me like I was no whore

Load up the Glizzy, you shoot out the door

All of this ice until you're not sure

What you talkin' 'bout?

You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch, uh

It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks, uh

Spin on your block with a .40 Glock

Cocked all the way back, and I bet I don't miss

This shit too easy, what you talking about Mitt?

I'm talking about cash, paper, checks, uh

My shooter be strapped with a TEC

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood in the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch

It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks

Blow on the block, strapped with a stick and I bet he don't miss

This shit too easy, what you talking about Ten?

I'm talking about Glocks, MAX-9 (uh)

Play with my gang, gon' bust in their mind

My shooter gon' up it, he shoot at your spine

Juveniles 'fore they slangin' that iron

Could be the feelin' I'm outta my mind

He can't cross that line, we bustin' that iron

I'm wipin' his nose and throwin' up slime

Don't throwin' no 4s, you ain't none of my kind

I got the Draco, keepin' it safe

Play with the gang, get shot in yo' face

I'm big Blood, put him on a plate

Me and lil' Bird, we stuck in LA

These ****, they really some snakes

Swipin' the nose, put him on a plate

I got the K, get shot in yo' face

I'm on the block, thuggin' broad day

You ain't never seen no shit like this lil' whore, lil' bitch, uh

It don't matter if I'm broke or I'm rich, I'ma still hit licks, uh

Spin on your block with a .40 Glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This shit too easy, what you talking about Mitt?

I'm talking about cash, paper, checks, uh

My shooter be strapped with a TEC

Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood in the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

(What you talkin' 'bout, Mitt?)