[Intro]

*Chef Zoot rips bong and exhales*

[Verse 1: Chef Zoot]

Everywhere I look there's bitches tryna smash

Numba' one option is fuck a hoe and dash

Young kid stuntin' just tryna get some cash

And I sell a little dope and I cut a little class

Everyone on SoundCloud sound the fuckin same

Only 18 but I changed the fuckin game

Lookin at these rappers and their shit's reused

Clean fresh flow and you know I spit the truth

Young Asian kid and I get no respect

Top of the charts and I'm stealin' yo check

Never saw me comin' and you never guess whats next

See me wit yo bitch and I'm givin' her that neck

Fuck the bro code I don't care what it say

(slow) April showers bring May flowers

Shower with her in April...

Give her flowers in May

[Verse 2: Chef Zoot]

Love is a game and I never press play

If feelings come thru then I tell em go away

Yo fuck relationships...

I'm just tryna get laid

I'm just tryna get paid

I'm just tryna get paper

We should get the weed catered

Unroll a couple roaches

And I save that shit for later

King size slims they're the best of the best

Take anotha' hit til you feel it in ya chest

Faded as fuck, take the double eyelid test

Wrote the lyrics down, but I forgot the rest

Zooted right now and I'm rappin' from the dome

Would study hard but I left my brain at home

Calling all you rappers, never pickin' up the phone

Now I'm sitting in a chair, in the future it's a throne

[Chorus]

I can't stop right now

I can't go without

[Verse 3: Chef Zoot]

Call her crash dummy cuz I know I'm gonna smash it

Flexin' on my bitches wearin' frugal male fashion

Leavin' girls wet after every interaction

Tryin' so hard but you get no reaction

Took my girl to prom but we ain't even matchin' tho

Bitches on ya Snapchat, but you ain't get no action tho

Never bustin' quick, they say I'm everlasting

Getting paid every day from the cradle to the casket

[Refrain: Chef Zoot]

If you gon' do you, then do it by yourself

I don't need no backstabbers you can go to hell

I end up in fortune 500, you in jail

I be stackin' bands while you can't meet yo' bail

[Chorus]

I can't fuck with you no more

I can't be stuck with you no more

[Refrain: Chef Zoot]

If you gon' do you, then do it by yourself

I don't need no backstabbers you can go to hell

I end up in fortune 500, you in jail

I be stackin' bands while you can't meet yo' bail

[Chorus]

I can't fuck with you no more

I can't be stuck with you no more