Lyrics Lil Boom – Chef Boyardee
Text:
Yuh
Swag
Lil Boom
Yuh
Who the fuck is you
Swerving in the coupe
Cooking shit too
Bitch I thought you knew
Hunnids on me too
And them bitches blue
Bitch it’s Lil Boom
Who the fuck are you
I got two bitches and yeah they bitchsexual
Feel like a chef when I’m whippin up edibles
Step on a nigga like he was a pedestal
Bitch wanna fuck off, get her off my schedule
Nigga is u serious
Ride in that jag jus like fast and the furious
Tryna converse, nigga fuck nigga period
Pull off a joint, man that bitch acting curious
Time to get rid of it
I be trappin off the beeper, yuh
I be ballin off the meeter, yuh
My bitch gay like Quenn Latifah, yuh
My bitch bald like Freiza, yuh
You a fuck nigga, so don’t hit my phone
Pull in the rari, the ceiling is gone
I know she fine, Imma suck on her toes
I know she fine, Imma suck on her toes
Choppa spittin, you gon’ lose health
Young nigga tryna get the wealth
And I stay rappin like taco bell
My diamonds they dancin on a nigga
Money green like it was Piccolo lil nigga
That’s yo bitch, she betta get yo hoe lil nigga
Off a Xan I feel invincible lil nigga
She fuckin with me cause she know I put in work
Dread head choppas, lil uzi vert
Lil Brick gon’ hit it where it hurt
Choppa clean a nigga like some dish detergent
Yuh!
You’s a lame nigga
Yo can’t even whip no brick
I’m a real nigga
I just ran off with the shit
I got hella swag
In this bag, hella cash
I just fuck on yo mom
So that’s why she call me dad
Pull up to yo block
And I’m swerving really fast yeah
Pull up in that muthafuckin’ ghost
Like I’m Casper
Cookin Shit like Chef Boyardee
All these niggas acters
All this God damn money on me
I can throw it faster
I ride in the beam
And that shit so clean
I skeet on her face
Then I gotta leave
You try to rob me
You better retreat
You get yo ass popped
Like it’s sensu beans
My diamonds, they hotter than two thick bitches naked
Straight booty shaking on the hell’s gate
Big face rollie, like a license plate
Yo bitch raped me on the first date
These niggas want me so dead
They don’t like me, oh well
I know I’m a rapper
But I’m Cooking shit up like chef
Nigga what’s the business
Flexin’ like fitness
Catch me in the kitchen
I be high tech sippin’
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (swag)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (yuh)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (lil boom)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (swag)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (yuh)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (swag)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (God damn)
Chef Boyardee, I’m cookin that dope (yuh)
Swag (yuh)
MY LEG!