If you can't take the heat then get the fuck out the, the kitchen
You'll be missin' and wishin' that yo stupid ass paid attention
I'm on a mission, I teach these bustas how to make bread
'cause what I'm packin' is to curlsal it's a fuck what you said

And everybody wanna talk with their name on my tossle
You don't really wanna buck step to me you gon suffer
And my rap is like cocain 'cause I bring pain when I scuffle
In the club or the parking lot 'cause I known to start trouble

Rap is like cocaine, if you want some heavy weight I'm yo man
Crime-mob crooked coke weight the same
I chop it up, I cook it up, I do my thang
Watch me do my thang

Rap is like cocaine, if you want some heavy weight I'm yo man
Crime-mob crooked coke weight the same
I chop it up, I cook it up, I do my thang
Watch me do my thang

Rap is like cocaine, if you want some heavy weight I'm yo man
Crime-mob crooked coke weight the same
I chop it up, I cook it up, I do my thang
Watch me do my thang

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Writer(s): Brittany Carpentero, Jarques Usher, Joe Bing, Jonathan Lewis, Tommy Phillips, Venetia Lewis