Recipe (Explicit) - 4L Gang

Lyrics by：Ferderius Peak/Marquavious Watsen/Jimirius Howard

Composed by：Ferderius Peak/Jamirius Howard/Marquavious Watson

West you're insane

What you talking about

You ain't never seen no **** like this lil' w***e lil' *****

It don't matter if I'm broke

Or I'm rich I'ma still hit licks

Spin on your block with a 40 glock

Cocked all the way back and

I bet I don't miss

This **** too easy what you talking about mick

I'm talking about cash paper checks uh

My shooter be strapped with a tech

Yeah it ain't nothin' to me uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

What you talkin' about

Hit a couple licks still trap

A lil' bit but I'ma keep it on the low-low

They say I be doin' the most

I'm smokin on d**e

While I run from the po po

And you ain't never seen no **** like this

I be rockin' the givenchy with the polo

And I still got a big bank roll on swol'

You can go and ask your ho for the info

Yeah yeah

Look at my neck hey **** on that *****

It's the minute man

You can catch me stickin' dick in a skinny *****

Run up a set n***a ain't got a penny pens

Off white shirt and my shoes valentino

Brand new coupe all white like kilo

Hit 'em wit the choppa make 'em dance like tito

***** too easy I hit it like a free throw yeah

And we done had hard times

Stood on the block wit' the 40 you dissin' the gang

A n***a get hall tied

Play with my n***as they all died

Sack like something I'm rocking designer yeah

All kinds

I walk in the room and I'm covered in ice

If they look at me I leave 'em all blind

You ain't never seen no ****

Like this lil' w***e lil' *****

It don't matter if I'm broke

Or I'm rich I'ma still hit licks

Spin on your block with a 40 glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This **** too easy what you talking about mick

I'm talking about cash paper checks uh

My shooter be strapped with a tech

Yeah it ain't nothin' to me uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

I had to grind and get it for me

Shoot up the street if you're dissin' the g

Ain't no cap on me

I know them bloods gon' rob from me

Dripping that firm attention to me

Pop me an addy and **** to the beat

My body she here she a freak in them sheets

Sits in the car and she wet up his feet

We done came a long way from the high parks

We were chuckin' we were runnin' from the police

All I need is one two three four five six licks

I'ma ball like kobe

I smoke a big baton woods and they stuck to the met

Like a mother****in' ho big burns

***** I just put out my wrist ice

I got eighty pointers in my rolex

Remember them days we slept on the floor

Got a couple racks now a n***a want more

Gucci my sweater my pant dior

I got this stick when I walk in the store

My n***a that thot in a foreign

You not gon' talk me like that with no w***e

Load up the glizzy you shoot out the door

All of this ice until you're not sure

What you talkin' 'bout

You ain't never seen no ****

Like this lil' w***e lil' *****

It don't matter if I'm broke or

I'm rich I'ma still hit licks

Spin on your block with a 40 glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This **** too easy what you talking about mick

I'm talking about cash paper checks uh

My shooter be strapped with a tech

Yeah it ain't nothin' to me uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

You ain't never seen no ****

Like this lil' w***e lil' *****

It don't matter if I'm broke or

I'm rich I'ma still hit licks

Blow on the block strut with

A stick and I bet he don't miss

This **** too easy what you talking about ten

I'm talking about glocks max-9 uh

Play with my gang gon' bustin' their mind

My shooter gon' up here he shootin' just fine

Juveniles 'fore they slayin' that ay

Still get the feelin' I'm outta my mind

He can't 'cross that line we're bustin' that out

I done wipin' his nose and throwin' a sight

Don't want no hoes you ain't nothin' my kind

I got the draco keepin' this safe

Play with that gang get shot in yo' face

I'm fi blew up put hum on the plate

Me and lil' bird we stuck in la

These n***as they really some snakes

Strike and they know threw him on the plate

I got the cave he shot in yo' face

I'm gonna plot that n***a bro

Safe what you talkin' 'bout

You ain't never seen no ****

Like this lil' w***e lil' *****

It don't matter if I'm broke or

I'm rich I'ma still hit licks

Spin on your block with a 40 glock

Cocked all the way back and I bet I don't miss

This **** too easy what you talking about mick

I'm talking about cash paper checks uh

My shooter be strapped with a tech

Yeah it ain't nothin' to me uh

I spent a check on my neck

I stood at the trap 'til it's all gone

I got the recipe

I don't need nobody to call on

I had to grind and go get it for me

Time about big