Stove God Cooks Goat Stamp
[Pre-Chorus]
Powder on the Louies, bitch stepping on coke
These sucker niggas hang they self, if you give enough rope
Got Chanel lifejackets by the stove incase it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat, make sure it's a goat
[Chorus]
Smell the work cooking in the air tonight
I smell blood money in the air tonight
I can smell the raid in the air tonight
I smell dirty money in the air tonight
[Verse 1]
Talkin in code, Devin Booker number 1
I'm like, "If he can lock up on his defense, I'ma put all of my money on them"
Told her, "Pack the Goyard
I'll fly you to Amalfi Coast, we lay out in the sun" (For real)
Bitch I really had a run, probably the biggest since Pun
I left my Rollie in the pot, my sanity in the spot
Once the boatload drop, you just roll slow, don't stop, you'll be on top
She know she gon' get a Birkin if she help me scrape the pot
We hot (So?), did we stop? (No) No? (Never, f..ck wrong with me?)
Had the phones tapped, still never stopped trappin' (Fuck is wrong with me?)
Bump into my old plug, I might stop rapping (Fuck is wrong with me?)
I stay places I ain't need to be way too long (Woo, woo)
Done playing with you broke niggas, my money way too long
[Pre-Chorus]
Powder on the Louies, bitch stepping on coke
These sucker niggas hang they self, if you give enough rope
Got Chanel lifejackets by the stove incase it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat, make sure it's a goat
[Verse 2]
Make sure it's a goat please, in the Ghost, let me float please
Eleven day grind, no sleep, I wasn't here, don't post me
Thank God I'm not the old me, to fit 'em in, I sew the whole seat
They like, "If I had his plugs, I'd be—", shut up nigga, no you won't be
Soon as you see money on the branch
You f..ck around and cut the whole tree
She said she wanna suck the soul from me, diamond crack rock rosaries
Hotel Costes, all this gold on me
I done seen the realest fold
Boy the Feds come and shake a nigga coke dreams
Turn into a snow globe, we
Do nothing less than a whole key
Blood in the snow, they like, "Yeah, they blew his Avirex into a short sleeve"
Okay we know you niggas woke, sheesh
All that knowledge and you're broke, sheesh
Bitch I can sit you on the court, sheesh
When you're swimming with the big fish
Keep your eyes open, money don't sleep, damn
I mighta went to far like, that was my exit (I'm sorry!)
I got, twenty million on a checklist
I got 200 carats on a necklace
I tell them boys chill but they restless
I tell em, "Don't do it" but they reckless
The EQS is electric, this is legend shit
[Pre-Chorus]
Powder on the Louies, bitch stepping on coke
These sucker niggas hang they self, if you give enough rope
Got Chanel lifejackets by the stove incase it don't float
Next time they stamp my brick, make sure it's a goat, make sure it's a goat
[Chorus]
Smell the work cooking in the air tonight
I smell blood money in the air tonight
I can smell the raid in the air tonight
I smell dirty money in the air tonight
