In The Kitchen ft. Don Q

200 grams in the kitchen I'm a straight drop it looking like a chemist

I don't really like niggas I don't fuck with niggas gotta keep my distance

If I shoot then i aint missing every time I get a target I'ma hit him

Diamonds hanging on my neck and still posted in the trenches

You know I came up grimy I wish a nigga would try me

The whip foreign like fivi You know I'm speeding when I'm driving

I got the bitches sipping casa I'm bossed up like a mobster

I got the pounds like a rasta He played tough till the shots bust

Sent that nigga to the doctor You need some work then I got some

Play the block till the cops rush Fuck 12 can't stop us

I load the 45th with the cartridge Yellow tape on the scene that's a caution

And you got your whip from the auctiom