J-MAC - Recipe Lyrics

Lookin ass boy
Swear I should beat the f*ck outta one of y'all niggas
Man
Think y'all actually got the sauce boy
I had to go f*ck with my lounging real quick
You should know better

If Celly have a recipe then niggas better rest in peace
I can't sweat off this game because this game already sweating me
I got double down on myself
Oh yeah I'm bettin me
I smoke straight to the neck my niggas reckless check my instagram
I swear they always reppin what we said
We do it for the fam
Even with your best five my niggas hit that jelly fam
I just got this guapdad money
Ima different strand
I'm really bout my got damn money have no ceiling fam
I get straight my

Had to get it right so I beat my pockets
Niggas say they rock but they really the hard place
Ima get straight to it and I did the hard way
Nigga you need some water cuz I'm really evolving
Ima have to tell the truth man i already got this
Imma baby the game and already got here
You baby to this you be runnin to papa
Seen her looking overhere like she ready to top me

If this is what I am
Then Im repping me until I'm gone
I can't f*ck with this fake most these relationships are silicone
No more wasting time
Run yo lines do you suicides
I put shit on the line, like for myself like why not do the crime
Can't f*ck this fake ass energy
It's messin with me
I smoke damn much don't know what's stressful to me
I can make her last just like she stretching for me
I sneeze twice and I say my own blessin for me
If there's a polo on my shirt I'm old town road in this bitch
I don't mean no damn confusion but I'm holding dick
But that's just how I be feeling when beholding my shit
Im bout my god damn money aint got no ceiling with this