[Chorus: Calicoe]
She don't know my name but she know how it taste
You don't know my pain, you just see how I wear this shit
Ay, most you niggas lames, I don't even care to kick it
The fact that I brought gang, I'll really air this bitch
Either niggas ain't got aim or we aiming at something different
Tryn' get my li'l niggas out the system
Ay, these niggas want attention and mentions
A thousand bars for sale, I just pulled up with Kitchen
[Verse One: Calicoe]
Can't remember the last time I was in the hood on purpose, I...
Swear if you see me in the hood, I'm working, ah
See me in the hood, I'm probably on the same shit as you
Watch playing peek-a-boo, moving like I got some shit to do
Appetite medicinal, no notepad, why should I have to write the shit I do?
I sent yo' ho back, now you gotta worry about the Kitchen Crew
Don't post no throwback, your last tweet was invincible
All these mothafuckin' battle rappers one-dimensional
Play my rounds, skip they shit, I don't listen to em
All these gun bars but he'll shit his drawers if I pull the blicky on him
I got some strong sticky on me, come from California
Niggas be hating, I can smell it on em
Tell em be patient, it's gon' be pandemonium
She got dick waiting, call it melatonin
On the freeway with a hunnid of em on me
Like: if everything don't go right I'll be somewhere out the country
Or scrapping with my bunkie where the guards call you monkeys
The way I love my daughter, I can't take no orders from a honky
Even when they flip the quarter, I still feel like it ain't 50/50
[Chorus: Calicoe]
She don't know my name but she know how it taste
You don't know my pain, you just see how I wear this shit
Ay, most you niggas lames, I don't even care to kick it
The fact that I brought gang, I'll really air this bitch
Either niggas ain't got aim or we aiming for something different
Tryn' get my li'l niggas out the system
Ay, these niggas want attention and mentions
A thousand bars for sale, I just pulled up with Kitchen
[Verse Two: Kitchen Qleen]
Ah, got a thousand twenties on me, pulling up on Shoebox
They might hit me with the RICO, I feel like I'm Oowop
I just fucked a bitch in Venice, Cartier, feel like I'm Guwop
Ah, might have these Florida bitches and they friends flewed out
These Jordans half a band pushing on a foreign pedal
Fuck my white bitch like a demon, she say "Qleen, you the devil"
I hope she ain't thinkin' just cuz she got pussy I'ma settle
My li'l steppers play with cellos, turn yo' pussy ass to Jello
Niggas nowadays making plays for a Scooby snack
My niggas nowadays making plays for them stupid racks
They don't give a fuck about no rapping, really new to that
Yo' bitch irritating, I wish I could give the coochie back
They call me Kitchen-Kitchen now cuz I can bring yo' kitchen back
If the reaper take yo' soul you won't never get it back
We gon' take ya whole four, we don't do the tit for tat
Crossing all these different strands, I keep playing mix and match
[Chorus: Calicoe (& Kitchen Qleen)]
She don't know my name but she know how it taste
You don't know my pain, you just see how I wear this shit
Ay, most you niggas lames, I don't even care to kick it
The fact that I brought gang, I'll really air this bitch
Either niggas ain't got aim or we aiming for something different
Tryn' get my li'l niggas out the system
Ay, these niggas want attention and mentions
A thousand bars for sale, I just pulled up with Kitchen (Ah)