Stove Top lyrics

[Verse 1: Baby Zeek]
b*tch, I'm cooking on the stove top
None whipped, this all dropped
Trap look like Petland, I'm selling dog in the spot
Taking shots with the Drac, but riding round with the Glock
Pull up in his haven finna get some head from a thot
Slid to the north, baby said we doing better
Southside hoes wet, but my westside b*tch wetter
I'm selling boys and girls, look like sugar and some pepper
Plug threw it to me clean, in the kitchen, it got tampered
Remix a whole brick, 'bout to change this baby pamper
Madе that sh*t two, used to be one brick, n*gga
Draco on thе side, trampoline, it's gon' flip n*ggas
Never caught no D.V., but I'm still gon' hit b*tches
Boy don't get it twisted, slid and slide like it's icy out
This b*tch ain't got no car, but she asking can you fly me out?
Hit his baby mama, now that n*gga wanna fight me now
I keep that pipe on me, better tell that boy to pipe it down
Double G's on my head, but no, this ain't no Gucci belt
I'm at [?] smelling how your mama coochie smell
Go and askthe opps, ask them n*ggas how that Uzi felt
50 pounds of za za on the plain, b*tch, we don't use the mail

[Verse 2: Rio Da Young OG]
I'm doing all the whole sails, I don't use the scale
Before I let a n*gga take my life, I take poops in jail
All my old hoes on my di*k, like you grew some hair?
I've been getting pus*y, just to let a b*tch do my hair
I ain't never bought a brick, I'm new to squares
Don't worry 'bout if I ain't got a blick, my shooter's here
I'll never stick my di*k in b*tches with coochie hair
Don't let that broke sh*t stress you out, you'll lose yo' hair
b*tch, it's me and Zeek, hundred grams every week
Me and C made a hundred bands off that grand prix
Now we pouring up 10's of red in the damn
Just a Trackhawk, nah, this a SRT, look at the damn seats
Beat a b*tch [?] legs weak, then get her hair [?]
Hibernation off the drank, you ain't never seen a bear sleep
I'll take the Diors off, and chase a n*gga with my bare feet
I hate being around bumm n*ggas, they air cheap
Aw sh*t, I just found another [?]
All mixed, this ain't straight drop, hope he don't know
Tell your brother he'll get killed at that party, hope he don't go
I can have a hundred million dollars cash and still want some more
n*gga tried some ho sh*t ten years ago, I still wan' some mo'
f*ck it, he he my n*gga though
Pop a Perc, beat her down hard, now she's pigeon toed
Every time you see me with a two lieder, a six was poured