Stove God Cooks - Jim Boeheim lyrics
[Stove God Cooks - Jim Boeheim lyrics]
Rental car packed and I'm tryna make it home
(Make it home)
I'm just tryna make it home (Make it home)
Shooter with me, now we tryna make it home
(Brrrrt) i'm just tryna make it home
Fed tapdancing on my phone, ooh
I'm tryna make it home
I'm just tryna make it home
I'm just tryna make it home
Now the feds on my phone, ooh
I'm tryna make it home
We just tryna make it home (uh)
Upstate brick-breaker still got one hand on
The rock like cliffhangers
Big Dipper all in my chain, nigga
I bet you get to sprintin' when they
Get to lickin' that thang at ya (Brrrt)
Ziggin' and zaggin', I'm whippin' it back
I wrestle with the package like Cactus Jack
That's a fact
Stove legend, bitch, I'm a whole seven
Double 0 GoldenEye through the scope weapon
My soul destined (Gold)
Big homie told me loyalty's a blessin'
Hieroglyphics shit, my name was etched in it
I landed when the aliens came (Yah)
I fell bad with the lean, her bag is Celine
(Yah) you don't wanna make the front
Of this magazine, please
Say my name, they get to buckin' off
Shit backfire like Uncle Buck exhaust
That kind of chatter is reserved
For the niggas that's clappin'
You ain't shit but a packet of sucka sauce
(Pussy)
This jacket came from Dapper basement
I'm murder mixed with pastor
Mixed with "Pappy" Mason
Syracuse orangemen, Just Don shorts
Feds ran the sweep better
Than the Texas Longhorns
Had to applaud them crackers
They caught me lackin' early mornin'
Pourin' almond milk into my Honey Smacks
Crashed the rented Hyundai, I felt like Kanye
Runnin' the base like I play for the Padres
This Mr god Face, they hope my mind break
My third eye wake my bitch vegan
(Yo) , my closet is full of skeletons
My garage is possessed by a demon
That's when the Ghost is in it
Tell the record label they get no percentage
Mix the coke with baking soda
Shoulder leanin' in the pot
They thought Young Dro was whippin' (Woo)
I'm just tryna make it home
Rental car packed and I'm tryna make it home
(Make it home)
I'm just tryna make it home (Make it home)
Shooter with me, now we tryna make it home
(Brrrrt) i'm just tryna make it home
Fed tapdancing on my phone, ooh
I'm tryna make it home
I'm just tryna make it home
I'm just tryna make it home
Now the feds on my phone, ooh
I'm tryna make it home
We just tryna make it home