kitchen - jusjayr lyrics
[intro: rio da yung og]
okay
okay (rio)
okay
what you doin’? what you?
[chorus: rio da yung og]
in my granny kitchen, half a brick, ’bout to cut it up
scoop at thirty hangin’ out the stick case you runnin’ up
lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
twenty*thirty thousand every week, guess i’m comin’ up
shoot the micro k sideways, watch me get lethal
they popped my lil’ bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even
eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, d*mn, what that sh*t equal?
k!lling off them lil’ blue circle boys, what up my n*gga sequel?
[verse 1]
middle man when i hit her phone, she cannot ignore, it’s on the floor
i can hit you with the draco through thе door (right)
louis bag three thousand, b*tch, this ain’t no michael kors (right, it ain’t)
this some sh*t you can’t afford, i hit the road likе i’m on tour
810, i’m in the city, hit the gas and do the race
and i don’t feel out of place, i’m on prosper, built the case
don’t be cautious ’round my way, shrimp and lobster on the plate
[?] get to singin’ with that drac’, i’m a mobster with that k (fah)
[chorus: rio da yung og]
in my granny kitchen, half a brick, ’bout to cut it up
scoop at thirty hangin’ out the stick case you runnin’ up
lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
twenty*thirty thousand every week, guess i’m comin’ up
shoot the micro k sideways, watch me get lethal
they popped my lil’ bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even
eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, what that sh*t equal?
k!lling off them lil’ blue circle boys, what up my n*gga sequel?
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
n*ggas lookin’ for the brick plug, well, i just seen him
ar pistol with the purple tips, you can’t get diesel
turned the fn into a fully, this [?]
jump on a slap on saginaw, hit the gas twice, now i’m on big beaver
it’s me, jayr, and velly beretta
when y’all was hip rollin’, i was walkin’ through the valley with berettas
skydweller twenty*one thousand ‘fore you add the bezel
i guarantee you gon’ get addicted if you grab a tester
boy, you dead if i press that green b*tton
n*ggas dyin’ with they guns on ’em, so they carryin’ them for nothin’
we go dig ’em up and burn ’em, so they buried ’em for nothin’
f*ck your wife and take her whole check, so you married her for nothin’
n*gga
[chorus: rio da yung og]
in my granny kitchen, half a brick, ’bout to cut it up
scoop at thirty hangin’ out the stick case you runnin’ up
lock me in the booth for twelve months, watch me run it up
twenty*thirty thousand every week, guess i’m comin’ up
shoot the micro k sideways, watch me get lethal
they popped my lil’ bro, we smoked they mama tryna get even (uh*oh)
eight hundred fifty blue hundreds, what that sh*t equal?
k!lling off them lil’ blue circle boys, what up my n*gga sequel?
[verse 3]
super solid, ain’t never been on no frail sh*t (uh*uh)
my n*ggas know if i get caught, i ain’t gon’ tell sh*t (i ain’t tell)
dolce gabbana on my body, b*tch, i smell rich (b*tch)
unemployment got me lookin’ like i sell bricks (b*tch)
or lookin’ like i’m on my freelance
boy, you dumb as f*ck if you ain’t get none of them free bands
i ain’t get my stimulus, they sent it to my bm
and long as i keep payin’ from the court, b*tch, i’m a free man
lay a n*gga down just so he can know how we land
goin’ superhuman on this b*tch, i want my heat, man (yeah)
and hit with rio ‘nem, you know i gotta talk sh*t
they thought i was a rapper, i’m a gangster that can talk sl!ck
[verse 4: rmc mike]
kel*tec with the 40 in the hands, ridin’ with two extra clips
brodie pulled mclaren up in the hood, i told him, “let it rip”
two hundred a line, me and bro bought a six, then dropped eleven quick
five*seven hit his thigh bone, he got a severed hip
two hundred thou’ in cash, we spent it fast and went and made it back
gave a thirty ball to my b*tch, she had a paper tag
the glock ain’t work, we spinned the block again and brought the caker back
leave a skinny b*tch with me six months, i bet i make her fat
the bag in, but i won’t send it off until i see that pape’
i seen a fiend rob another fiend when we was in la
d*mn, my gun ain’t lingerin’ no more once we pass the border
the plug told me give him another week, i got a massive order
[outro]
real, for real
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