[Verse 1: PE$O PETE]
Whippin' in the kitchen, man, I feel like Betty Crocker
Baggin' fairy dust and movin' work like Mr. Crocker
Next time I see that bitch, I swear I'mma rock her
Last few days, PE$O turn into a monster
Pull the .38 and turn your body to lasanga
You don't want smoke 'cause we movin' like some rastas
Chillin', eatin' pasta with the homie like some mobstas
Sword cross your tongue, that's the line that I'm crossin'
Pickin' up these bodies and I dump 'em like disposal
Married to the game, fuck a marriage proposal
'Bout damn time that I go fuckin' loco
Talkin' down on bitches? Every word is a low blow
[?] in the whips, ride the bеat, pull a logo
Fuckin' wit' a bull? Catch horns, throw a loco
Askin' me, "What's goody?", like, "Come on, I don't know, bro'"
Bitch, I'mma nut, shе in love wit' the coco (Aye!)

[Verse 2: shofu & PE$O PETE]
And I never gave a fuck about a hoe though (Nah)
Fucked that bitch, I pop a Xan', it got me movin' slow mo'
The only way I [?] though
On my chains, I [?] hobo
That's the motion of the ocean
Had to give that bitch to shofu
I got, hoes that don't love me all on my dick (Aye)
And that bitch gon' learn today that she ain't fuckin' for shit (And that bitch gon' learn today that she ain't fuckin' for shit)
No one gave a fuck about me, turned my heart to a brick
Pockets precious, I got pressured stones all over my wrist (Ice, ice)
I don't give a fuck about your feelings, n***a (Aye!)
I don't give a fuck about your feelings, bitch (Aye!)
Carin' 'bout another human get you hurt
So it's back to flippin' chickens, back to gettin' rich (Rich)
[Outro: PE$O PETE (Slopped)]
Whippin' in the kitchen, man, I feel like Betty Crocker
Next time I see that bitch, I swear I'mma roc—