Chorus
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain't Gordon
And I’m so deep in your bitch, I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking, we can’t beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

Verse 1
Look, my trap line's active (24/7)
Connect to the plug, let's get shit popping (Let's go)
That's a one two step, drip on spill, my don’s all country bopping
I could do it on my ones like Batman
I’m a trap man, I ain't into the robbing
And the plug loves me ’cause I come correct
If I see feds, no, I ain't stopping (No)
Ammi, Cali, big boxes no likkle man baggies
And my CD's dem too scatty
Oh wait, shit, did I mean trappy (Trappy)
'010 I push bricks in cabbies
I take her shopping to keep her happy (Keep her happy)
And it’s hashtag Bolt with the way that they run
(Come like professional athletes)

Chorus
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch, I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

Verse 2
I put the T in trap
I put the **** in raps
Give it to the young G's to push in flats
If we see opps, no combat
Stick it in, twist and I'm gone fam
If you got beef with my team then we're on man
Jump out, have 'em saying "You got the wrong man" (It weren't me)
You don't wanna see us riding 'round in your bits
They see my jewels and they're pissed
Free aim, I don't need no assist (Baow)
Got your gyally up on my list and when she wants it, I won't resist (Come on babe)
Don't hate 'cause I'm doing so well
Bro's got that pump like he works for Shell
Fly that drone, I'ma get intel
I'm beefing with pagans that can't even spell

Chorus
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch, I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

Verse 3
Gyally know how I like it
Wiggle and whine it
Push it and grind it (Push it and grind)
Nearly bruk her back up on my ting
Come like she must do horseback riding
I put D in her M, man's sliding
AM to PM, still grinding
I don't know why these opp boys are typing, they're lying
I trap where they chill, where you hiding? (Where you at man?)
I'm at Peter's yard with my bredrin
Straight drop, tryna see the percentage
No Unknown T, it's my unknown G
See a opp boy, dig it and bend it
Bro's got light and dark like a penguin
Me, I got white and she shine like a peng ting
I ain't smacking down raw, this ain't wrestling
Dish it at the fiends, come back like my ex ting (Ayy)
(I don't know why they talk online but they wanna send threats on me)
When we catch 'em offline, I was TY
Now they wanna dead this beef
Akh said "Fuck all the draw outs B"
Go on and go on and get this P (Ayy)
But bro wants to ride so there I'm on the glide
Man's there on the passenger seat

Chorus
In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay, I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch, I might just fuck 'round, put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important