[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