Peewee Longway - f**ed Up The Kitchen lyrics

God damn f** Whooohh f**ed up the kitchen (x2) Longway Mama [Hook - Quavo] [x2] Damn I'm running from task What you gon do when the Migos and Longway running round with the mac Young n***a searching for bags Hurricane wrist been in task We f**ed up the kitchen Sorry mama I did it we f**ed up the kitchen [Verse 1: Quavo] Mama I f**ed up the kitchen Sorry Steve Urkel I did it Me and peewee pull up in the speed Ni ni with the loader extention Hoes in the kitchen cooking naked I bet she won't take a gram Im not the black eye peas But i can't leave the peas like Will-I-AM [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Cooking dope hit it with the turf Country boy want a real erk Choppa hit his a** murder murder Longway and migo we on the block lurking Me one connected we ?? of my search Trapping og gas up out my b**h working Giuseppe my toe and maybach with the curtain And that one thing for sure and that two thing for certain (Chorus) [Verse 3: Takeoff] The kitchen it make me a mili I took that mili and bought me a Bentley f** up the kitchen with a fork and a sk**et Ain't no competition my n***a we winning Maison Margiela limited edition Actavis sipping f**ing up my kidneys I put the boogers in my Breitling bezel Young n***a looking like a pretty penny [Verse 4: Offset] Giuseppe stepper high top alligator I flex on you n***as Arnold Schwarzenegger QC is the label different flavor now or later The choppa turned you to a harlem shaker Don't f** with them n***as that's ignorant Trapping and getting it I pull in the phantom The ghost is a mystery Migos the gang and my n***as made history literally Pull in the rari from Italy (Chorus)