Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
Someone tell them boys to stay hip
Like the xbox, boy I ain't the one to play with
Packing like I'm nyctophobic, boy u know we stay lit
Just got another voicemail saying "Boy you ain't shit"
I just find it kinda odd
Like 1, 3, 5
You ain't f*cking with my shit but ya head still bob
Man I Swear these niggas corny nigga fresh off the cob
Any nigga got a problem
He can take it up to god
That's how I'm feeling
Boy I'm on attack, shake these niggas off back,
Flow--
Flow crack, they be thinking I be dealing
I'll never kill, but I know a nigga who will,
Lord forgive 'em, he a gremlin he'll do it while he grinning
I'm a different kind, I don't even gotta try
Whole time, whole time, they don't know that I be chillin
(whole timeeeee)
Whole time I be chilling
(whole timeeeee)
Whole timeeee
Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
(G, you a bitch huh?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch? Bitch?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch, bitch, bitch??//)
Mannnnn lemme cook got me feeling like Dalvin
The kick punch like a Falcon
No cap, but the beat like a mountain
If you want the menu my g, we'll right click
The beat like a mountain, the game my Isaac
Be careful with the grind, on the climb you might slip
I'm a thief in the night y'all Robin, my sidekicks
I never needed you
And no we not talking bout no bread but if we was then like the yeast "Still I rise," I got Maya Angelou teaching you
And if the bread stand for money, not to be funny, but my jacket throw butter like English Muffins guess I'm feeding dudes
Write the S on my chest like Clark Kent
Heat vision when I spark this
I fly from Houston, to Brooklyn, to Philly, I feel like Harden
Question is who you guarding?
Sammy and Femi
Can't go in I'm not ready
It's fetty on fetty
Tell me is you finished already
I been cooking like Betty
Bro even brought me Confetti
My bag getting heavy
The kitchen hot, but that's not the reason I'm sweaty
Hold up lemme cook
I got some lamb chops, pollo guisao, arroz con gandules
Hold up lemme cook
Got a fresh 16 for these f*ckers that acting stupid
Femi cook
Like a stitch, Femi and Sammy in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
FEMI ISHOLA - lemme cook (feat. Sammyy) Lyrics
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Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
Someone tell them boys to stay hip
Like the xbox, boy I ain't the one to play with
Packing like I'm nyctophobic, boy u know we stay lit
Just got another voicemail saying "Boy you ain't shit"
I just find it kinda odd
Like 1, 3, 5
You ain't f*cking with my shit but ya head still bob
Man I Swear these niggas corny nigga fresh off the cob
Any nigga got a problem
He can take it up to god
That's how I'm feeling
Boy I'm on attack, shake these niggas off back,
Flow--
Flow crack, they be thinking I be dealing
I'll never kill, but I know a nigga who will,
Lord forgive 'em, he a gremlin he'll do it while he grinning
I'm a different kind, I don't even gotta try
Whole time, whole time, they don't know that I be chillin
(whole timeeeee)
Whole time I be chilling
(whole timeeeee)
Whole timeeee
Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
(G, you a bitch huh?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch? Bitch?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch, bitch, bitch??//)
Mannnnn lemme cook got me feeling like Dalvin
The kick punch like a Falcon
No cap, but the beat like a mountain
If you want the menu my g, we'll right click
The beat like a mountain, the game my Isaac
Be careful with the grind, on the climb you might slip
I'm a thief in the night y'all Robin, my sidekicks
I never needed you
And no we not talking bout no bread but if we was then like the yeast "Still I rise," I got Maya Angelou teaching you
And if the bread stand for money, not to be funny, but my jacket throw butter like English Muffins guess I'm feeding dudes
Write the S on my chest like Clark Kent
Heat vision when I spark this
I fly from Houston, to Brooklyn, to Philly, I feel like Harden
Question is who you guarding?
Sammy and Femi
Can't go in I'm not ready
It's fetty on fetty
Tell me is you finished already
I been cooking like Betty
Bro even brought me Confetti
My bag getting heavy
The kitchen hot, but that's not the reason I'm sweaty
Hold up lemme cook
I got some lamb chops, pollo guisao, arroz con gandules
Hold up lemme cook
Got a fresh 16 for these f*ckers that acting stupid
Femi cook
Like a stitch, Femi and Sammy in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
Someone tell them boys to stay hip
Like the xbox, boy I ain't the one to play with
Packing like I'm nyctophobic, boy u know we stay lit
Just got another voicemail saying "Boy you ain't shit"
I just find it kinda odd
Like 1, 3, 5
You ain't f*cking with my shit but ya head still bob
Man I Swear these niggas corny nigga fresh off the cob
Any nigga got a problem
He can take it up to god
That's how I'm feeling
Boy I'm on attack, shake these niggas off back,
Flow--
Flow crack, they be thinking I be dealing
I'll never kill, but I know a nigga who will,
Lord forgive 'em, he a gremlin he'll do it while he grinning
I'm a different kind, I don't even gotta try
Whole time, whole time, they don't know that I be chillin
(whole timeeeee)
Whole time I be chilling
(whole timeeeee)
Whole timeeee
Like a stitch, boy, it's Femi in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
(G, you a bitch huh?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch? Bitch?)
(Who the f*ck you callin' a bitch, bitch, bitch??//)
Mannnnn lemme cook got me feeling like Dalvin
The kick punch like a Falcon
No cap, but the beat like a mountain
If you want the menu my g, we'll right click
The beat like a mountain, the game my Isaac
Be careful with the grind, on the climb you might slip
I'm a thief in the night y'all Robin, my sidekicks
I never needed you
And no we not talking bout no bread but if we was then like the yeast "Still I rise," I got Maya Angelou teaching you
And if the bread stand for money, not to be funny, but my jacket throw butter like English Muffins guess I'm feeding dudes
Write the S on my chest like Clark Kent
Heat vision when I spark this
I fly from Houston, to Brooklyn, to Philly, I feel like Harden
Question is who you guarding?
Sammy and Femi
Can't go in I'm not ready
It's fetty on fetty
Tell me is you finished already
I been cooking like Betty
Bro even brought me Confetti
My bag getting heavy
The kitchen hot, but that's not the reason I'm sweaty
Hold up lemme cook
I got some lamb chops, pollo guisao, arroz con gandules
Hold up lemme cook
Got a fresh 16 for these f*ckers that acting stupid
Femi cook
Like a stitch, Femi and Sammy in the cut
Every time I get a check, the whole family get a cut
He ain't really on shit, hands sweaty he a bluff
Shorty built like a Volkswagon, heavy in the trunk
(ayy)
Opaque how I see through this shit
I'm a gym coach, I'll make a three do a flip
Got a vest round the chest, on my g-unit shit
You be coughing in that rotation, gee you a bitch, huh?
Writer: Samuel Rivera, WISEGUYY x5, Oluwafemi Ishola
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: FEMI ISHOLA
Language: English
Length: 3:16
Written by: Samuel Rivera, WISEGUYY x5, Oluwafemi Ishola