G. Baker - The Recipe Lyrics

Pack landed watch the cookie stretch
The rap bandit slash candid

They know I cook the best
Now act landish get back handed

Watch you look a mess
Hands gon make you feel stranded

But you only took a left
Nigga

Wylin out like I'm Nick Cannons brother
Kept a stick on me like I had grams of butter

Planned to touch us?
Used to smack niggas until my hands would blood up

Brolic or not look, I ain't care if your mans was cut up
Blowing some loud as I swerve through the V

I heard through the weeds
Some foolish niggas was lurking for me

I'm urging to see
What's the deal?

What's the word on the streets?
I bury the beef

Pull up on niggas like Curry for 3
That serving was brief

Now don't get these rappers involved
Cuz most of these rappers is soft

But yall keep giving em praise
And they start feeling like God

Here I am digging their graves
It's funny it's right in the yards

I know shit when it stings
Muhammad Ali'yin their jaws, uh huh

Top of the morning like head in the A.M.
I know ima asshole my nigga head is a sacrum

Niggas is hating for sure
But yall ho's happen to date em

Bitches be riding the "sure"(shore)
I hope they don't crash when I wave em

Goodbye, goodnight, woosah, who right?
Who wrong? You right? So long, too nice

Now pick your day on the calendar
Anyone whose surrounding ya

I'll damage every challenger
Niggas not on my caliber

Now spit that weak shit you praying they quote
Niggas get put on the plate fast for saying they goat

Yea, you know it's GB coming to you freely
Middle finger to you 3-D do you niggas greasy

Glock 2 threesee by my peezy
Pull if I'm uneasy

You copy? Read me?
Ima be me

Holla when you see me
I ain't bragging got 2 visas and a passport

Now fast forward
Was broke as joke

And now I laugh more
And stash more

In my bag like a crab boil
Yea boy

I know you hardly can breathe
I got tricks all up my sleeve

And I got all of the deeds
Anyone who got problems wit me

Can swallow me please