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, nigga, 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 nigga get hall tied
Play with my niggas, 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 nigga want more
Gucci my sweater, my pants Dior
I got the stick when I walk in the store
My nigga, 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 niggas, 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?)