Cookin Yams lyrics

[Intro: SpaceGhostPurrp & CHXPO]
f*ck n*gga
Don't give a f*ck about you, f*ck ass A$AP n*gga
You gon' feel that pistol in your mouth
f*ck n*gga, straight like that, n*gga
Yeah, n*gga, f*ck Yams, n*gga
f*ck A$AP, n*gga
f*ck New York, n*gga
Free Doe
f*ck n*gga
CHXPO, let them n*ggas know
n*gga, let's get it
Squad
Gang, gang, n*gga
Gang, n*gga, ayy
Squad, squad, n*gga
Squad, ayy
Squad

[Chorus: CHXPO]
This that type sh*t that you listen to
When you ain't really got sh*t else that you wanna listen to, ayy
I'm a real street n*gga, the type of n*gga you should listen to
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none the rap n*ggas you listen to

[Verse 1: CHXPO]
In the kitchen cooking A$AP Yams (f*ck A$AP Mob, gang)
In the kitchen water whippin' A$AP Yams
In the kitchen, b*tch, I'm cooking A$AP Yams (f*ck Carti, boy, ayy)
f*ck A$AP Mob, b*tch, I'm BVNDGXD (f*ck Carti, boy, ayy)
BVNDGXD (BVNDGXD)
We the squad, ayy (Squad, squad)
All my n*ggas (Ayy)
We rob (Rob n*ggas)
Who the f*ck these f*ck n*ggas talking to?
n*gga, I just came home (On God)
Man, this chopper gon' bark 'em (Grrah)
And, n*gga, you won't go home, ayy
I been on the block toting Glocks with my squad
Your lil' b*tch on my di*k 'cause she like how I ride
She like how I ride, n*gga, and I turn up (Black Money Boyz Deathrow, f*ck n*gga)
Catch you in the party and you might get burnt up
Burn a n*gga house to the ground (To the ground)
This beef sh*t for real, boy you better keep your kids from around (Keep your kids from around)
City to city with this dogfood like I'm a Greyhound
With this dogfood, b*tch, I might f*ckin' buy a pound
I don't go no damn pound, all I got is a couple rounds
And I got no millis, all I got is a couple bands
I'm in the kitchen and I'm cooking up some A$AP Yams (Skrrt)
In the kitchen and I'm cooking up some A$AP Yams (Skrrt)
Gang, ayy
[Chorus: CHXPO]
This that type sh*t that you listen to
When you ain't really got sh*t else you wanna listen to
I'm a real street n*gga, the type of n*gga you should listen to
I don't give a f*ck about none the rap n*ggas you listen to

[Verse 2: CHXPO]
In the kitchen, water whippin' up some A$AP Yams
If you need some Yams then I need a couple bands (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
In the kitchen cooking up some A$AP Yams
You want some Yams, I don't need a couple dollars, I don't even want no bands
Ayy, ayy, CHXPO, hey, why you say that sh*t?
Yesterday, n*gga get out my face
'Fore I punch you in your face
I got a .357 and it hold eight
You ain't ever seen that sh*t
Man, this sh*t ain't fake
Man, I'm real as I could be, my G
I don't give a f*ck about these f*ck n*ggas
These f*ck n*ggas give a f*ck about me
And his lil' b*tch all on me 'cause she seen me on TV
But I ain't ever been on TV, she just imaginanating that sh*t
'Cause I'm great and I got some good di*k
Man, she love me 'cause I'm hoodrich
And I hit licks, on the strip with a four fifth
b*tch, I shoot sh*t
With my 10 and I shoot sh*t
b*tch, I don't miss
No, n*gga, I don't miss
Ayy, ayy, I don't miss
Call up Ghacha, he gon' a bring a f*cking four fifth
Call up Rushhy, we gon' hit a million dollar lick
Lil Rushhy got a stain and he got a couple bricks (Black Money Boyz Deathrow, f*ck n*gga)
I don't give a f*ck about no b*tch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You already know I'm hoodrich (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
CHXPO, b*tch, I love to gangbang (Bang, bang)