paroles de chanson Recipe - BT Music feat. BT Ahzure & A.Baddix

Ugly ass boy, get up off this scooter
Man it's mine now, shoot, I'm taking this for a joyride boy

I came into the game and then I made it pause
Instant hits on the brain, they gave the applause
They tell me stay in my lane, but boi I hog it all
Boi I'm coughing more hits then what COVID caused
My intros hitting harder than whatever you put out
Bout to put you little rappers right into a drought
I be quiet but you know I love running my mouth
I'm taking out these haters just like a carry-out
Y'all be capping if you say I don't switch up the style
Look at my discography and you'll see all the miles
All achievements on me cause all of my constant fire
Just like I predicted all the song streams start to pile
Minutes verses when I hop on a feature
I don't sit, nah, I don't sit on bleachers
I ain't nice, you don't hear nice to meet ya
And I'm so far gone that I won't even see ya
My success is because I have the Recipe
You already knew that though on the song Spaghetti
That's why you could never ever be compared to me
There ain't ever a song where I'm not ready
Three albums to my name, can you stop me
I'm a work-alcoholic when it's coming to music making
A W is what me and Adrian taking
Now I sit back while the streams start raking

Take it to the back
I don't even know your fucking name like no cap
Shoot up neighbors in they motherfucking back with my strap
I'm going down the motherfucking block to be exact
Shoot up neighbors in they house, kick they face, steal they hat
If you was his dawg back in the past, it don't matter
And rolling down the alley, popped your brain, heard it splatter
Smack my brother in his head cause making money
Got that sauce like spaghetti
I ain't gonna share call me fucking petty
Let's TP the church and run out with the dono fetty
Man hit him in his motherfucking face cause he ain't betting
Boy missed all them shots with that gun, he ain't steady
I said that shit nice, you pulled up on the block to fight
I sent another bomb to go and set off, day and night
Cause you is a rat, and shoot you in the motherfucking face
I'm coming down the fucking block like with the strap
I put them in they fucking place, I'm going crazy on the track
Nah, where's Baby On The Track, nah you talking all that cap
Shoot up neighbors in they back aye, aye, aye

Took like a million tries boy, but that is it
Yeah man, we gonna make it outta the hood one of these days boy
I'm telling you man
All y'all gonna wish you didn't do me like that
Yeah