Back Cooking Songtext
(Squat made the beat)
(Go Grizz) Chyeah
Ayy, Juiceman
(B100) Uh, ayy
Balenciaga 43, I just bust a thirty-six
448 for 1K, young Juiceman, yeah, he the shit
Flipping brick, don't politick, your man hustle like a tick
Rollie wise, it never tick, I'm the first 'round [?] pick
Skrrt-skrrt in the pot, call me Mr. Trap-A-Lot
(Go Grizz) Chyeah
Ayy, Juiceman
(B100) Uh, ayy
Balenciaga 43, I just bust a thirty-six
448 for 1K, young Juiceman, yeah, he the shit
Flipping brick, don't politick, your man hustle like a tick
Rollie wise, it never tick, I'm the first 'round [?] pick
Skrrt-skrrt in the pot, call me Mr. Trap-A-Lot
Now I'm in the studio, Reposado Julio
Plus she hit my line, man, young Juiceman speak Espaniol
Playing with the ki', but I don't own a piano, though
Yellow-colored diamonds on me looking like a banana, though
Juiceman in the kitchen like a chemist with the antidote
New 2025 and Juiceman ain't even got a note
Whitе T shawty same color as a dove show
Well, damn
Juicеman, Gucci
Jamaican hit my line and he talkin' 'bout what the bloodclot
First 48, they say Gucci killed the parking lot
Buddy told his partner, "On your head, I see a red dot"
One second later blood leaking out that red spot
Think I'm a magician by the way I make work disappear
Summer going all silk, winter going cashmere
Playing with them kis again, they call me the locksmith
Gucci cannot stop second, shawty got [?]
You ain't really no trap nigga if Gucci ain't in your top fifth I just fucked the plug wife, now the plug pop pills
Bank account do front flips, rims doing cartwheels
I live like a lil' kid, garage full of Hot Wheels
This is my reality, I wake up to real meal
Shawty got a cold, stand next and feel a real chill
Gucci man still hard to kill
Fuck how these bitch niggas feel
For hundred mill' left in my will
Me and my bitch like a [?]
Yeah, real trap shit, real legend
GA, 1017
When I ain't have no money, I still had sauce (Mhm)
If you don't got no sauce, then you lost (Mhm)
But you also can get lost in the sauce
You can get lost, how you get lost in the sauce?
Man, a bitch, man, a bitch gon' get lost in the sauce, man (Mhm)
You know what I'm sayin' (I know what you sayin', man)
Plus she hit my line, man, young Juiceman speak Espaniol
Playing with the ki', but I don't own a piano, though
Yellow-colored diamonds on me looking like a banana, though
Juiceman in the kitchen like a chemist with the antidote
New 2025 and Juiceman ain't even got a note
Whitе T shawty same color as a dove show
Well, damn
Juicеman, Gucci
Jamaican hit my line and he talkin' 'bout what the bloodclot
First 48, they say Gucci killed the parking lot
Buddy told his partner, "On your head, I see a red dot"
One second later blood leaking out that red spot
Think I'm a magician by the way I make work disappear
Summer going all silk, winter going cashmere
Playing with them kis again, they call me the locksmith
Gucci cannot stop second, shawty got [?]
You ain't really no trap nigga if Gucci ain't in your top fifth I just fucked the plug wife, now the plug pop pills
Bank account do front flips, rims doing cartwheels
I live like a lil' kid, garage full of Hot Wheels
This is my reality, I wake up to real meal
Shawty got a cold, stand next and feel a real chill
Gucci man still hard to kill
Fuck how these bitch niggas feel
For hundred mill' left in my will
Me and my bitch like a [?]
Yeah, real trap shit, real legend
GA, 1017
When I ain't have no money, I still had sauce (Mhm)
If you don't got no sauce, then you lost (Mhm)
But you also can get lost in the sauce
You can get lost, how you get lost in the sauce?
Man, a bitch, man, a bitch gon' get lost in the sauce, man (Mhm)
You know what I'm sayin' (I know what you sayin', man)
