Kitchen Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
J,J Jalan
J, this sh*t too crazy

[Verse]
I heard you sippin' green you got the turtle all on your back
Just walked in markets and spent seven hundred on a hat (chrome hearts)
You walked to the store and spent four quarters on a black (poor)
My b*tch want a new body spent seven thousand on her ass
I just killed a n*gga and put his body in a plastic bag
My opp said he gon' kill me that sh*t made me laugh (ha ha ha)
My cousin keep asking for a handout that sh*t made me mad
Spent seven thousand on some lean but ima make it back
Bought my ex b*tch a Rollie but ima take it back
I thought that n*gga was smoking weed but he was smoking crack
I thought that lil' b*tch was loyal but she was a rat
I heard that she f*ck the tattoo man for a tat
And shе be in every n*gga chargеr she a rat scat
I lost twenty k in the casino playing black jack
I think i got bad luck i just ran in to a black cat
Ain't no n*gga gon' touch me and that's that
I put that on my momma
Real Obama Runtz i got that sh*t from Obama
Jut bought a Draco I got that b*tch from Osama
I heard that you borrowed twenty dollars from yo momma (broke as hell)
But you ain't giver her her cash back (why not)
My card ain't working at the ATM I gotta' cash back
I heard that you bought a pair of Amiris with your last rack
Now you f*cked up in the crib n*gga's dumb for that
Stole twenty out your grandmas purse you a bum for that
Ran in to my opp and bumped him he better not bump me back
She was finna get in the front I said get in the back
This b*tch thought I was gonna f*ck I said give me some head
My lean man called he said you want wok or red
sh*t i want both an ima pour up in a rock and rock
Your b*tch just broke up with you now you boutta' cry
My b*tch just caught me cheating now I'm boutta' lie
I heard that you ain't got a whip you gotta' take the bus
Caught one of my opps' lacking I'm finna take his buffs
My cousin got a SRT I'm finna take his truck
Kidnap that lil' n*gga now I'm finna duct tape his mouth
And I gotta' route on the pills down south
n*ggas blowing my DM up ain't sh*t to talk about
Just ran in to a n*gga that i scammed he wanna talk it out
I told that b*tch I can't take you you gotta' walk it out
The lil' b*tch said she outside I gotta' walk her in
They look off brand but these some Amiri jogging pants
With all these damn drums i should be in a band
It's hot as hell in the kitchen where the fan (I'm hot)