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Kash Kall feat. YoHomie$teve

by Chef RomIIIn

(He is the youngest chef ever to receive a 5 star rating)

Bitch I'm Chef RomIIIn gotta pocket full of blue (Crip)
Red on my rag but I'm with some black too (GD)
Pop a-pop a percocet I went straight to the moon-

Yeah uh huh yeah
Aye tell ‘em who you are
Aye yeah aye
The money callin'
Bitch I'm back
Uh huh yeah aye aye yeah
Yeah aye aye

(Chef RomIIIn)

Bitch I'm Chef RomIIIn gotta pocket full of blue (Crip)
Red on my rag but I'm with some black too (GD)
Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop a percocet I went straight to the moon
Watch me take off in my Benz I can only seat two (yeap)
Rappers really mad cause my flow is bulletproof
Say that ass is real lil bitch I need proof
Money-money and my nose really long like a Jew's
Broke boy why you mad? What the fuck did I do?
F-f-f-f-Fuck up ten thousand man the whip look anemic
I'm in a six-two fuck a Hemi it's a demon
Lil homie hella mad cause I'm what his bitch needed
Imma bag it in advance you can call me Morgan Freeman
Fuck your team cause bitch I'm geeking
I just fucked it up in Neiman
Bitches sleeping while i'm peaching but it's fuck em' and I mean it
I said I'm rich they ain't believe it brought the racks out I'm conceited
Think you hotter than the chef well you can wake up bitch you dreaming
Vacuum seal to do the deal I told shawty pop a pill
I don't want no fucking deal cause Chef RomIIIn really real
Speaking on me get ya killed I'm from Steel you need to chill what's the deal?
What's the deal? What's the motherfucking deal hoe?

I hit that swish on yo bitch like a dancefloor
Called the plug got the drugs in the Jansport
Speeding in the foreign, leather tan like a sand storm
Broke ex bitch was steady calling me a “brand whore”
That's why they hating though, cause I'm Gucci'd down now
I'm in my own place you living in a frat house (bitch!)
I'm in my own space it's looking like a cathouse
Get that broke ass car and turn that bitch into a trap house

[YoHomie$teve] (Chef RomIIIn)
Traphouse frathouse where the party at?
I don't drink beer nigga where the lean at?
Hella bad bitches on me girls get back
Now yo nigga mad you gonna get him smacked
I ain't with that bullshit so back it up
Got a big ass choppa if you actin' up
Go sit yo ass down tryna act tough
Gang in this bitch and we all fucking strapped up
Ooo big 40 Glock bitch
Ooo big 40 Glock bitch
G-g-Gunna gang hoe you can get shot bitch
Gunna gang hoe all we do is pop shit (pop shit)
Stir fry Steve get a nigga dropped quick (dropped quick)
Glock got a dick looking like a chopstick (chopstick)
Ooo ooo and that bitch grazy
Have it spitting real fast like its Slim Shady
You-you-you You must be a fool if you think a young nigga like me won't shoot
Ooo ooo nigga what it do? Leave a night musty ‘til his body turn blue
(Phone ring)
Hello
Who is this?
I told you quit calling my motherfucking phone if you ain't talking about the motherfucking money or you ain't my motherfucking homie I ain't out here tryna be funny
Bitch!

Aye bro who was that?
I don't know some bitch ass nigga steady calling my phone
Goddamn!