In The Kitchen (remix) Lyrics - Fetty Wap

[Hook] 

You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills 

Dope, dope, and weed 

And the cash make 'em twerk 

Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut 

Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy 

187, call your mommy 

And we got it out the kurb, kurb 

The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball 

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[Verse 1] 

Nigga you ain't got it 

She get to twerking if she spot it 

Throw that bitch a new shoe then we spying 

Anybody's drop, we never mind 'em 

Shout out my nigga Mitch, that's how we grinding 

[?] stack it up, the feds won't find me 

[?] how we shining 

On the ball, how we grinding 

Time is money, perfect timing 

Nigga watch the timing 

I see you keep on lying 

Your whole life, you been lying 

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[Hook] 

You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills 

Dope, dope, and weed 

And the cash make 'em twerk 

Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut 

Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy 

187, call your mommy 

And we got it out the kurb, kurb 

The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball 

[Verse 2] 

Disrespect the 3, pussy, I'm gon' find you 

Got some niggas on the 8 and they grind too 

And if they get the word, they gon' come and find you 

I been from the 3 since [?] was selling goop 

Late nights on the porch and I got the pour 

Fast bitch get it up and you better blow 

These niggas hating and I swear to God I know 

I been from the 3 so you know my ass I show 

Your bitch just got word, now it's time to hoe 

And if she fuck me then you know she gotta fuck my bro 

Grab your pants and your shit, bitch it's time to go 

Hit the trap, late night, jugging by the stove 

[Hook] 

You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills 

Dope, dope, and weed 

And the cash make 'em twerk 

Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut 

Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy 

187, call your mommy 

And we got it out the kurb, kurb 

The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball 

[Verse 3: Fetty Wap] 

You ain't got no weed, ain't got no pussy, ain't got no trap 

You ain't talk no bands, ain't talk to stacks, ain't talk no racks 

Got a big ass gun, if I pull it up then she go blah 

If I call her cunt, that nigga pop with the mac 

Ay, 20 second on the world, that's all I know 

Late night in the kitchen, water whipping blow 

All juggers ass, rack it 'fore I kick his door 

17 shots, right before I stop this hoe 

Ay, jugger finessing niggas know how hard I go 

Twelfth a second, nigga know how to roll 

All I know is getting bands then I get some more 

Late night in the trap tryna get it all 

[Hook] 

You ain't got no crack, crack, pills, pills 

Dope, dope, and weed 

And the cash make 'em twerk 

Suck, suck, spit, spit, and nut, nut 

Do drugs then we murk, murder, hommy 

187, call your mommy 

And we got it out the kurb, kurb 

The crib, the 8, go we, the 8, ball, ball