Lnf Stacks, Four50, Shawny Binladen - Plug In The Kitchen lyrics

(And this beat from Cash, not fom Youtube)

Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's im
Feeling like ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw, thats boy off the radar
Fuck all the opps
Ask god why they made yall?
Ptss uh, let of the draco
My yellows my shooters
Them boys on a payroll
Im off a 50, my pockets on steak roll
WCF the label, my niggas we can’t fold
Im off a perky, bro off a bean
Brody got codeine, in love with that lean
Brand new Glock & it came with a beam
Don't aim for his chest
Just aim for the Bean off with his spline
Feel like a titan, im talking teen
He not on go, he need a
Perk, he need a drank, he need a bеan

Others words, no he not like that
How thats ya mans you ain't kitе back
Give me the chanel, fuck a price tag
Bro done blicked everything on yall
I don't like pigs i don't fuck with no hogs
Run to the money full speed i don't jog
Shorty eat dick like corn on the cob
Alley opp shorty back board off the yezzy
Me & Binlezzy
I bought a beam & that boy bought a cleezy
All of these new junkies i
Need me a new jeezy
Tote'n that Glock nine in my yeezy’s
Them christian dior's i got it off piece's
Ptss Uh, hit em with a Uh
Nigga got asthma i hit em with a pump
Kick through the back then we
Shoot through the front
YaYa the treesh, what you eating for lunch
I bought a pluto, we serving that crunch
Im not from Cali, im smoking on runtz
Im in the kitchen im whipping that funk
I wasn't there but down from the jump
Glock in his mouth
Im gon blow out his fruntz
They tried to give me a couple of months
Not with the gang, then im taking his lunch
I got a pint & a couple of blunts
Somebody tellin this shit gettin spooky
I got sum junkies the owe me like pookie
I cop a plate you cop a
I bust a play i bust a
New Glock nine & it's lemon saueeze
Water whipping get the remedy
In the air, in the tek, all i see is jealousy
Ar-15 singing yeah i call my choppa Jodeci
Stanking bitches jody
Judys on me like a rosary

Stay with them shooters you know
We gon pop out
Spinning & lurking you know we gon hop out
Boaw Boaw Boaw, If i bring the Glock out
Stay with my glizzy you know i box out
Jug and finesse so i might
Bring them knots out
Still with them demons and
They sending shots out
We gettin money so lets bring the thots out
Me & Binladen gon bring the whole block out
Im off a yerky, I'm with the gang
Smoking dead opps & it's bussin my brain
Bought me some glizzys and he bought a chain
Fuck all the opps bitch I'm still EBK
Keep that shit on me cuz they know my name
Keep that shit on me cuz they know my face
Ask all the opps yeah it stay on my waist
No i can't lack from the woods to the trey
Gltt bow holes in his crown
Nigga want smoke? Then we smoking him down
We changing scores ain't no joking around
Don’t smoke out the zip bitch
We smoke out the pound
He talking spicy we changing his frown
If he drop a addy, we flaming his town
If he got glizzy we banging it out
This brand new 30 I’m hanging it out
We clearing blocks ain't no hanging around
& if he dropping gang then we taking him down
We in the field ain’t no faking around
Yeah we doing drills yeah
We spraying them rounds
Ptss' uh, he running rick
Put that beam on him if he running quick
Don't pass me the pump tell
Bro pass me the stick
If i run out some ammo just pass me a clip

Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's I’m
Feeling like Ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw Gloaw, thats boy off the radar
Fuck all the opps
Ask god why they made yall?
Ptss uh, let of the Draco
My yellows my shooters
Them boys on a payroll
I'm off a 50, my pockets on steak roll
WCF the label, my niggas we can't fold
I'm off a perky, bro off a bean
Brody got codeine, in love with that lean
Brand new Glock & it came with a beam
Don't aim for his chest, aim for the Bean
Off with his spline
Feel like a titan, im talking teen
He not on go, he need a
Perk, he need a drank, he need a bean