Stove God Cooks El Pueblo
[Verse 1: Stove God Cooks]
I don't like you rap niggas
I burn your little catalogues
I rip the rearview out the Rolls and I ain't sad at all
I took it out the pot, then I sat it on the Vogue cover
In the Hamptons, trap phone vibrating at the pool
The game don't love me
But I don't love myself anyway, so I'm locked in
Bitch, don't touch me, I'm worth too much
Give me a brick, f..ck your top ten
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks and Sample]
It all started with a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (I get too much money for these niggas!)
Bitch, I came up off a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (Humble beginnings, big endings!)
[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Uh, I'm at the pearly gates, tryna get the blocks in
I'mma go Google, this'll be a god-lеvel mix
Balenciaga windbreakеr, swish swish swish, while I'm whippin' it
When did we become so against it?
Another broke nigga hating, not again with this shit
If the recipe is right, the options are endless
I knew once we got the Os together, we would go Olympic
My wrist did it, I swear
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks and Sample]
It all started with a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (Bitch I got six-fifty on my neck!)
I built this shit from a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (I used to sit in the trap, 19 hours, go!)
[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
Alexander Wang jeans wild, eh?
Gun-slanging on the highway, banging Sade
Smooth Operators on the tap phone, like "I'll wait"
We still did it our way, turned every re-up to a holiday
By the way, you know what God can do in like, seven days
All-white Celine suit, I look like Malverde
Bird prices over tapped airways
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks and Sample]
Bitch I started with started with a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (Ask my little broter!)
I built this shit from a
Oh, oh, oh, oh, (Trap god, Stove God!)
[Outro: Stove God Cooks]
By any means, nigga
