Home Cookin'

Ayo Kash where you been man Let em know you back dog I'm back did you miss me Couple shots at my neck can't hit me nah Leave em crippled like Timmy Timmy Bitches see I got a puppy want to have kids with me Woof Sorry I'm taken Wifey been slayin I just been mastering music and gamin Don't try to box me I'll Spongebob and weave like Plankton What Float like a butterfly sting like a murder hornet That's a nice car Jeff Gordon This is important Is that shit foreign Yes it's imported it's worth like a million quarters That's like a mortgage Brick by brick I been buildin a fortress All of my haters seem mad at their parents Hmm I might just open an orphanage It's B Horn Let's go You might want to back out I’m in the lobby and I’m really bout to spaz out I used to smoke crack all up in a trap house Drinking malt liquor til a mother fucker black out But I’m back now Rappin straight facts on this track I’m with Kash now And this beat is kinda litty Had to bump it through the city With a backwood packed how does that sound This feel like a Christmas carol I’m the last one singing like a fat lady Battery back is stacked oh is that shady no it’s not But I can hold his spot When I’m holding on my cock Steadily heavily pedaling medaling rhymes Never been settling only thing that’s on my mind Is a flow that’s so divine That I only know to shine Let me get a little a time And invest it in the grind Bye Hi Eatin that sweet corn Hometown cookin been vibin with B Horn I sell shotgun shells by the seashore Been to the bottom doin better than before I been runnin like I'm Bojack son I got my flow back Stuntin with my bro Kash Movin like I'm DoorDash Never call a hoe back Dead it like a toe tag Black Mass Brandon Johnny Depp kill the whole track Don't duck don't ghost me Livin in a world where every kid gets a trophy Getting a trophy for losing is like Getting promoted for sucking Right But I don’t suck or give no fucks about you And throwin dirt on me is not a sound move Been through ups and downs like how the Dow move You ain’t walkin how you talk I doubt you Oh I'll play nice darling I've got an idea it's a hundred to one shot We're not done yet Y-yo Poppin off I got a lot to say My journal got a verse on every page And every word I'm jottin carry weight It’s heavy for you please don’t strain your brain Home cookin in the sticks with yo momma and yo bitch Put the 413 on the map for the kids Running round in Ware graduated DARE Momma pullin out her hair Little Brandon was a problem cuz his daddy wasn’t there How did we get here Hope we have better luck next year Realname Kash and the kid B Horn Makin moves like a king playin chess here Just because you rappin fast doesn’t mean you spaz If you run it back I’m a Lumberjack with a hundred facts Make a summer smash in the back of a Cadillac Windows rolled down they could see me when I’m on they ass Yeah Run shit like a sewer pipe Shittin on the beat so clean no wipe Yeah And I fuck a bitch all night Bust on her face call her Snow White Me and B Horn I'd go to war with him Friend circle small like dwarfism Fake friends I don't fuck with em Dick so long must be horse in him So high at the Outback high steaks How you think I got all my money playin for high stakes People like damn this his first track Hit her with the backshots I'm makin a comeback I'm back with artillery packed It's hard to react I'm comin at you spittin it fast I'm spittin the facts I'm comin for a million racks They call me Kash Money But my real name Kash