Kitchen Stove (Remix)

I done it with gang and I done it alone, alone

(Mmm, nah, turn that up) know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone

(Young Madz, tur-t-t-tu-t-t)

Roll this dope, smoke and toke

Southside of the water, ain't a joke

I chop green, then I'm letting it go

My **** put faith in a kitchen stove

If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone

If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone

I done it with gang and I done it alone

**** know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone

Ayy, don't make bro hope out the whip

I'm hitting it right, now she getting thick

I know you like that toxic shit, LV bag outfit from Vinted

Violation, I can't take that

Need that Virgil Abloh Maybach, though

Pass me the Henny, no chaser, yo

Shout bro-bro got the flavours, though

In the T no PG, bro got jobs no need for CV

Cashin' it out if the holders PG

Belling my phone 'cause she wanna see me

I need eight, I mean ten

Million if I'm touching the pen

Touch down in LDN

Bad B talking about where and when?

Roll this dope, smoke and toke

Southside of the water, ain't a joke

I chop green, then I'm letting it go

My **** put faith in a kitchen stove

If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone

If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone

I done it with gang and I done it alone

**** know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone

I'm tagging up green 'til my fingers sticky

I'm outside with my blicky

Run up on me and it will get tricky

I'm tryna double up racks, make bread

If it doesn't makes sense, then I'm hanging up quickly

Back then, two man linging this jilly

Think that I'm lacking? Don't be silly

24/7, I keep this with me

Build this spliff, it's Cali not cookies

Hit shots by the bookies

Wrap don't work, then I'm running in goodies

Stick man up, wagwan, where's the goodies?

My guys fully live, nah, we ain't no rookies

They're likkle pups and we're XL Bullies

Back to the map, close curtains

Get to working, I'm in the kitchen fully

**** call my name for the clout

YD, hop out the ride, no doubt

I'm from the dirty south, where dingers get burnt, no waps get found

No way I'm gonna abdicate

No way, I can't stop right now

Progressions the essence compressing my weapon

They run up, I'm putting them down

I just done three months in Jamaica

Now I'm back on the grind, now I'm working

Like guys don't own one acre

But they wanna put down for a Birkin

My bitch bad and she boujee

Step in dance, and I see heads turning

I'm by the kitchen stove with my migos

Man turn down the fire 'cause I'm burning

Roll this dope, smoke and toke

Southside of the water, ain't a joke

I chop green, then I'm letting it go

My **** put faith in a kitchen stove

If it ain't 'bout bread, don't call my phone

If it ain't 'bout progress, leave me alone

I done it with gang and I done it alone

**** know my ting, bu-bu-bad to the bone