Country Dons - Ramsay lyrics

In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay
I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch
I might just fuck 'round
Put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef
You'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

Look, my trap line's active (24/7)
Connect to the plug, let's get shit popping
(Let's go)
That's a one two step, drip on spill
My don's all country bopping
I could do it on my ones like Batman
I'm a trap man, I ain't into the robbing
And the plug loves me 'cause I come correct
If I see feds, no, I ain't stopping (No)
Ammi, Cali, big boxes no likkle man baggies
And my CD's dem too scatty
Oh wait, shit, did I mean trappy (Trappy)
'010 I push bricks in cabbies
I take her shopping to keep her happy
(Keep her happy)
And it's hashtag Bolt with the
Way that they run
(Come like professional athletes)

In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay
I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch
I might just fuck 'round
Put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

I put the T in trap
I put the in raps
Give it to the young G's to push in flats
If we see opps, no combat
Stick it in, twist and I'm gone fam
If you got beef with my
Team then we're on man
Jump out
Have 'em saying "You got the wrong man"
(It weren't me)
You don't wanna see us riding
'round in your bit's
They see my jewels and they're pissed
Free aim, I don't need no assist (Baow)
Got your gyally up on my list
And when she wants it
I won't resist
(Come on babe)
Don't hate 'cause I'm doing so well
Bro's got that pump like he works for Shell
Fly that drone, I'ma get intel
I'm beefing with pagans that
Can't even spell

In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay
I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch
I might just fuck 'round
Put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important

Gyally know how I like it
Wiggle and whine it
Push it and grind it (Push it and grind)
Nearly bruk her back up on my ting
Come like she must do horseback riding
I put D in her M, man's sliding
AM to PM, still grinding
I don't know why these opp boys are typing
They're lying
I trap where they chill, where you hiding?
(Where you at man?)
I'm at Peter's yard with my bredrin
Straight drop, tryna see the percentage
No Unknown T, it's my unknown G
See a opp boy, dig it and bend it
Bro's got light and dark like a penguin
Me, I got white and she
Shine like a peng ting
I ain't smacking down raw
This ain't wrestling
Dish it at the fiends
Come back like my ex ting
(Ayy)
(I don't know why they talk online but
They wanna send threats on me)
When we catch 'em offline, I was TY
Now they wanna dead this beef
Akh said "Fuck all the draw outs B"
Go on and go on and get this P (Ayy)
But bro wants to ride so
There I'm on the glide
Man's there on the passenger seat

In the kitchen cooking, got my Ramsay
I ain't Gordon
And I'm so deep in your bitch
I might just fuck 'round
Put my balls in
Yeah, they're talking and talking
We can't beef, you'd feel important
(A little nigga like you)
We can't beef, you'd feel important