Rich The Kid - f**ed Up The Kitchen lyrics

God damn f** Whooohh f**ed up the kitchen [x2] Long way Mama 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 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 it's stenching Hoes in the kitchen cooking naked I bet she won't take a gram I'm not the black eye peas But I can lead the peas like Will-I-AM 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 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 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 but the boogers in my breitling bezel That n***a looking like a pretty penny Giuseppe stepper high top alligator I sense all you n***as on a Schwarzonator You see it's 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 pulling the rari from italy 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