[Intro]
Q da Fool
Trap Fever
Pakk Boyz
PBG mane
Y'all know what the fuck we do
Gang, gang
These n***as ain't really trappin' mane
They fakin' it til they make it
But we in there all day
Gettin' that money mane
Gang

[Chorus]
In the kitchen we cookin' up
Countin' this money now I got a papercut
Pakk Boyz don't play with us
I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?]
PRPs, True Religion
In designer I trust
PIP, True Religion
In designer I trust

[Verse 1]
I'm flexin' my double G
Bullets be faster than muhfuckin' bumblebees
I trap with my brovas, that's straight on my brova
These n***as is snakes and they eat the cheese
I see your man, I beat your man
You lucky I ain't smoke your man
These n***as is dykes
They don't turn no pipes
I call 'em Juwanna Mann
You lucky my llama jam
We stay in that kitchen related to pots and pans
Rush hour, I'm sellin' out
Flip a ounce, call me the jugg man
That n***a be smokin' dirt (Ugh!)
I call him the trash man
Pack came from Afghan
Hoes was fine, now you doin' handstands
[Chorus]
In the kitchen we cookin' up
Countin' this money now I got a papercut
Pakk Boyz don't play with us
I [?] the plug, and they go and they [?]
PIP, True Religion
In designer I trust
PIPs, True Religion
In designer I trust