Recipe lyrics

by

Big Homiie G


[Intro]
Woah (No cap)
(Drop that sh*t, T-Head)
Woah

[Chorus]
I'm gettin' frostbite from this AP (Ooh)
Seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin' come around me)
I was fly when I was born, get too high, I start snorin' (I been fly)
Had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin' (Her head was borin', ho)
Ooh (Ooh), I can't fake it, she can't take me (Take me)
I ain't seen her since I burnt her head, I know she hate me (She hate me)
No caller ID, she call (Brrt), I don't pick that up at all (Uh-uh)
Tryna match my energy with yours (Yours), now we don't vibe at all (Don't vibe at all)

[Verse 1]
She callin' my phone (Brrt), I'm with my b*tch, man, this ho need to quit (Damn)
n*ggas throwin' fits, actin' like b*tches, man, these n*ggas sick (Woah)
You callin' him big bruh (Bruh), he got stacks of ice up on his wrist (What?)
Really, you just suckin' di*k, mama shoulda had a b*tch
I can hit that Drac' with one hand (Baow, baow) and turn your lil' man to a ghost, man
You ain't gon' do sh*t but make a post, you should've been a postman
Ain't never seen me, sold some dope 'cause you ain't never bought a 'bow
And you ain't never killed for real (Nuh-uh), you lyin' about this sh*t you live (Yeah, you lyin')
I see it in your eyes, you ain't gon' squeeze, boy, you shaky (You scared)
I pop Percs like a patient (Woah), open locker with my Haitian (My fiend)
My b*tch, she bad as f*ck, so I can't put up with no basics
Promoter wanna book a show, I told him pay me in all own faces n*gga (In all faces, n*gga)
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' frostbite from this AP (Ooh)
Seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin' come around me)
I was fly when I was born, get too high, I start snorin' (I been fly)
Had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin' (Her head was borin', ho)
Ooh (Ooh), I can't fake it, she can't take me (Take me)
I ain't seen her since I burnt her head, I know she hate me (She hate me)
No caller ID, she call (Brrt), I don't pick that up at all
Tryna match my energy with yours, now we don't vibe at all (Don't vibe at all)

[Verse 2]
I don't be on scenes at all, they know that they gotta pay me for it
Full of Percs and drank, ain't tryna drive, sh*t had me paranoid
Plus I got this .223 and my lil' cousin blowin' zips
Smokin' zaza, damn near burnt his lip, smoked that 'Wood to the tip (Ooh)
I don't need no love from no man, all I need is shows and more bands
She a freak, she like, "Watch this, G" (G), ate this di*k with no hands
Full of Wock', that drank be callin', she in love, I'm barely callin'
n*ggas cappin' like they really gamblin', knowin' they barely ballin' (Barley ballin')
I can't fake it if I tried, that's my only problem (My only problem)
n*ggas fake like they gon' ride, knowin' they don't want no involvement (Want no involvement)
Hit this Carbon (Brrt) and watch they get to dodgin', turn 'em to some targets
f*ck what n*ggas talkin' 'bout, I don't wanna talk it out (Ayy, f*ck you talkin' 'bout)

[Chorus]
I'm gettin' frostbite from this AP (Ooh)
Seems like n*ggas only get around to steal the recipe (f*ckin' come around me)
I was fly when I was born, get too high, I start snorin' (I been fly)
Had to put the b*tch on block, she wonder why her head was bornin' (Her head was borin', ho)
Ooh (Ooh), I can't fake it, she can't take me (Take me)
I ain't seen her since I burnt her head, I know she hate me (She hate me)
No caller ID, she call (Brrt), I don't pick that up at all (Nuh-uh)
Tryna match my energy with yours, now we don't vibe at all (Don't vibe at all)
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