Woop - Kitchen lyrics

[Intro:Woop] There's way too many straps off in my kitchen There's way too many slides off in my kitchen I had to move my stove out my kitchen Just to keep these n***as out my kitchen [Verse 1: Woop] There's way to many straps off in my livin' room Birds everywhere smells like chicken fumes I don't think you p**y, boy you perfume I just pull up on him, an let bullets vroom I hit so many plates off in my trap spot All I know is juug til' I cap out All I know is get it til' the work gone n***a I been robbin' since them chirp phones I reunite with gangsters at the jack spot All white mollies got my block hot 4 in the mornin' and they still soft All they know is 'Woop we need that ready rock' Still in the kitchen water whippin' 700 ways that's how we livin' You can catch a hot one in the kitchen I can't let em' disrespect my kitchen [Hook:Woop] There's way too many straps off in my kitchen There's way too many slides off in my kitchen I had to move my stove out my kitchen Just to keep these n***as out my kitchen I'm exactly what the streets been missin' Every time I talk they pay attention Man don't disrespect me in my kitchen I swear you can catch one in the kitchen [Verse 2:Woop] A lot of water whippin' in the kitchen A lot of n***as die behind them pigeons Right wrist look like a bag of piffin Left wrist look like I'm truly gettin' it A lot of kush jars off in my cabinets Real trap n***as be attached to bricks Woop gang n***as got me jackin' sh** Molly on your b**h like its a mack and sh** Ain't never hard to find, I'm where that curve at That used to be where n***as sell them birds at Now we scramblin' for that pack, like we ain't hear of sacks And n***as steady callin' for that purp bag We still be takin' sh**, that how we came up n***as hollin' Woop, we switched the name up n***as totin' pistols, gettin' flamed up Just for trying to disrespect my kitchen cuh [Hook:Woop] [Verse 3:Holly G] Got too much work in my trap, too many straps in my kitchen I smoke jars jars to the face, when FedEx bring shipments True Religions got bands in em', Ziplocs got grams in em' Chicken coop that's a van Wit birds stuffed and crammed in em' I sell d** where the k**ers be, and i really hang with robbers And these belt blocks and mollies, all came from robbin' High risk, high profit, just to live that high life I'm cloud surfin on kush clouds, I'm really livin' that cloud life Shoutout to my shooters, one time for my robbers Big bank take little bank, so i fed his a** to my partners Stay the f** out my kitchen, keep your hands off my stove And if you pull up with that sack, my whole team on go I only deal with the plug, cuz the middle man trying to make some I only deal with the plug, cuz in the end ima take some Put the pounds in the trash can Don't f** with my dishes An if it ain't bout business Get the f** out my kitchen [Hook:Woop]