Surrounded by some killers

In the streets it ain't safe nigga

And I ain't trippin

Bitch we ridin on the back street

From south richmond to BR

Yeahh we got it cheap

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)

Still working in the kitchen bitch

We serving daily turnt a quarter

I’m talking nine, to a whole birdie

Mane this shit around my neck

Cost a light thirty

My nigga hit me for a block

I told him give me thirty (give me thirty)

And I ain't trippin bitch

We ridin on the back street

From south richmond to BR

Yeahh we got it cheap

I love the girl but the nyl

Keep on calling me

Brown, grey, white the dog

Let the puppies breed

If you ain't listening

Let me bring yo ass up to speed

Don't be talking bout no dog if yeen got a b

I love the chickens love it raw

Bitch we got it cheap (fucking right)

I’m in the streets breaking off

Bitch I got a key

Yeah nigga big dog out this bitch nigga

Big boss shit nigga

Riding foreigns everyday

Out this bitch nigga

Jaguar nigga, Porsche trucks nigga

Four door Porches nigga, audi a8's

Naa im saying

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And i ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)

It's Mr.trap or die a seventeen five

A break them bitches down

And charge five for a nine

Dope jumpin out the gym

Got the feens getting high

Unc knew I was a hustler

Say he seen it in my eyes

Hundred thousand dollar plays

Trap or die money

Ten thousand in a day

Say fuck that rap money

I got truck loads on the way

I finish with this bitch

Another truck load on the way

My plug show me love

And sent a truck load on my face

(On my face nigga) (yeahh)

(Plug showed me love

And get a truck load off my face nigga)

(Off my face nigga)

Street shit forreal nigga

Run me up a hunnid

And put twenty in the safe nigga

Yeah (yeah) gotta stack that shit nigga

Surrounded by some killers in the streets

It ain't safe nigga

Shit real nigga (yeahh)

Tryna run off with pack

Lil bra gone shoot you in your face nigga (bow)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)

Baking soda, pyrex bowls

This shit blowing up (yeahh)

Getting rich in the kitchen

Money ain't folding up (naw)

Thousand grams, dog food

And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)

Vvs's in my necklace

Bitch you know it us (come on)