In The Kitchen (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Wow, for the win, that could be it
Yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus]
Racks in the kitchen, ran outta room, we got racks in the kitchen
Look like my n*ggas cook crack in the kitchen
ARP sittin' right next to the dishes
Ayy, racks in the kitchen, count up that cash, get back to the bidness
Three hunnid black in the back when I whip it
MAC in the closet jus' like half of these n*ggas

[Verse 1]
Ayy, boy I done had it with n*ggas
Ain't tryna do no more rappin' wit' n*ggas
Empty the clip on whoever bare witness
Then bounce the f*ck off like a rabbit on n*ggas
I ain't got nothin', but static wit' n*ggas
Stop askin' me 'bout what's the status with n*ggas
I ain't got time to be braggin' with n*ggas
I gotta go in, keep baggin' thеse n*ggas
Ayy, attacking like titan
f*ckin' that b*tch, and I still don't evеn like it
Took all the tongue and I didn't even pipe her
Look good as f*ck, but I didn't even hype her
I ain't want that lil' b*tch gettin' too hyper
She tryna come through and pull an all nighter
b*tch on my 'Wood, now I'm feelin' like Tiger
She tryna get me, I think she a spider
I let her do it, I see she a biter
f*ck, I'm finna need me a driver
Call on my n*gga to come through and pick me up like, "Brodie I need me a lighter"
Murder for hire, target acquired
Spinnin' on n*ggas like Tobey Maguire
Lil' 'Yac the great jus' like Tony the Tiger
[Verse 2]
Uh, ayy
So many shots hit his head, it just fell off his neck
n*gga nothin' was left, but a mess
And a brand new bulletproof vest wit' no holes in that b*tch 'cause the sh*t was direct
n*gga want play then he gettin' this wreck
n*gga play crazy, I'm gettin' 'em stretched
New baby Draco I bought it for less
Heard he just had a baby, he gettin' his next
n*ggas act like I ain't been lit already
I don't give a f*ck, b*tch I'm gettin' this check
All I could do is say, "f*ck everybody"
And worry 'bout me, but I'm gettin' depressed
n*ggas ain't really who they say they is
Right in front of our eyes, they be gettin' possessed
I don't get mad at you n*ggas forreal
But I look at the game and I'm getting upset, uh

[Chorus]
Racks in the kitchen, ran outta room, we got racks in the kitchen
Look like my n*ggas cook crack in the kitchen
ARP sittin' right next to the dishes
Ayy, racks in the kitchen, count up that cash, get back to the bidness
Three hunnid black in the back when I whip it
MAC in the closet jus' like half of these n*ggas