Kitchen

[Intro]

P. Stacks

DJ SpinKing baby, oh!

[Chorus: Don Q]

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4

[Verse 1: Don Q]

Spend some bands down in SoHo

I dropped a dime on a coat though

Just to go style on my old ho

And I show my faces where they don't go

Them niggas gon' panic I'm whipping the Phantom

That shit 'bout as big as a boat though

She calling me handsome

I think it's the way that the piece dancing and the rope glow

We got the city put the house on it

Louis belt with the pouch on it

The bully I might just but they don't know

They wanna know the amount tho

I told her lay on her stomach and I'll throw them racks on your back just to count on it

I bought my momma a bag and it come out of Louis so I spent a pound on it

I got a cup full of red and I'm stuck off the meds

And I'm driving I'm highed up

I can not fuck with no feds yea they come for my head

And I'm ducking the line up

You never know where you'll wind up

I pray they ain't snatching my guys up

I'm drinking codeine out of wine cups

Pour a nine up till my eyes shut

[Chorus: Don Q]

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

Foreign cars when we uptown

Private jets when we touch down

Bentley's out bring the truck around

Got the bag don't fuck around

Flood it up or I bust it down

What the fuck is up when I touch the town

Pack toast like it's Bucktown

They shooting there better duck down

Fucker, it's Jim Jones

Got ten phones

I spent half the day (and what?)

I got ten gone

House on the water, nigga might swim home

Hopping out the Wraith, with my Timbs on

[Chorus: Don Q]

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4

Back in the kitchen I'm whipping that shit that they asked for

I hop in the foreign I'm whipping that shit like a crash course

200 the dashboard, I'm ducking the task force

I run through my passports, I'm punching the last 4