[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
Yeah! Uhm
Look! Pockets looking cakey like these bummy b**hes make up
It's room service b**h, the game requested that it get waked up!
See all I see is paper like my secretary's staplers
So if this was yo job, then I'm thinkin' your about to get a pay cut!
This my lane so f** road rage, f** yo anger!
I swear they wanna cuff this pretty young thing, like a bailiff!
Cuz I'm cute
And I be k**ing games since way back when it was Sega!
I be repping Texas but I'm so Cali like a Laker
Yeah, yeah I'm kind of co*ky
When it come to what I'm made of
Cause we, we ain't the same
And they don't want you from the waist up!
You the cookie cutter type and they call me the baker!
And all I see is numbers, numbers, numbers like a pager
I k** em and collect em
Watch me murder gla** cases
I swear you got to feel where the f** I'm coming from like a taser
Cause if she f** with me
Then not even the captain finna save her!
These b**hes thinking they beefing
f** around and get fed, laid up!
[Hook]
I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter b**hes!
f** these b**hes, f** these b**hes
Oh cookie cutter b**hes!
And I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter b**hes!
f** these b**hes, f** these b**hes!
Oh cookie cutter b**hes!
[Verse 2: Snow Tha Product]
Look! You are just a small fry
But I'll turn you to mashed potato
I'm here to bring the flavor
Just like a turkey baster
I could be the finisher that will make ya meet your maker
See, if you still sleeping, I'mma wake and bake and shake ya
See, I be repping real women so b**hes seeming faker
Now they be tripping on me, but like MGK say, "lace up!"
Cause my style is permanent and these b**hes dry eraser
And all you April fools, I'll k** you off before um, May come!
Yeah, I know guerrilla warfare if you wanna ape up
All these chicks be thinking they beast well watch me tame em'
Greeting earthlings, "hi!" As-salam alaykum
Cause I'm out of this world, this illegal alien way up!
I'm ahead of my time but I like competing so I be waiting
Then I turn the lights on these roach b**hes and I raid 'em
b**hes owe me royalties for jacking lyrics, so pay up!
Cause most of you b**hes rappin' know nothing about me
But you wishing that I never came up!
[Hook]
[Outro]
Look man I keep looking around
And all these b**hes look the f**in' same, and the same
Ain't there nothing different on the menu