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House cold turn the oven on
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We back in this bitch with another song
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If you don't know then you gon' know soon
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I was 18, sendin' raps to my homies
Ten years old with a Walkman, Sony
This ain't phony like an IG model
Keepin' it real with my hand on the throttle, the bottle too
No need to coddle, I'm controllin' the nozzle boo
I know I got a head like a Caribou
But you still treat me sweet like Tiramisu
If I was you I would probably back out now
I'm cookin' up The Raw and I'm layin' a Smack Down
Pats Musik, and we Never Back Down
Like Jake Tyler, know I'm takin' the crown
Takin' 'em down, pound for pound I'm Mayweather
The flow nice like May Weather
I deliver, got the bars too, what a trifecta
You miscarry like the first trimester
I wanna be legendary like the Deck Inspectah
You flip flop non stop, you a coin face
Pats & Myth, only stop is at first place
These other rappers gettin' stuck at the first base
I'mma hit the home plate and that's the worst case
You don't want the smoke like you messin' with Gunplay
I'm chillin' with a baddy and I'm eatin' a sundae
With my Sundaze on, with my Sundaze on
Click, boom
House cold turn the oven on
Click, boom
We back in this bitch with another song
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom
House cold turn the oven on
Click, boom
We back in this bitch with another song
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Big dawg tryna rub em right
Keep it hot as the oven light
Keep a knot in my pocket dawg
Phony n*ggas is not involved
We been hot as the hottest sauce
I got tobasco, I got franks
I got mad flows, I got bank
I got assholes on my ass bro
But there's no limit to my tank, ugh
Bout it bout it
Man, they ain't fuckin with this, I doubt it, doubt it
Ain't no way around it
Everybody get the fuck out, it's just a little too crowded, crowded
Perfect, I love making the earth shift
I love talkin that werf shit, clean like the dirtless Sunday best
That you only go to Church with
Myth man, superhero bullet, repellent, cape
After that first presidential debate, I plan my escape
But please don't tell the state
Through the Covid mask, I still smell the hate
Backwood the 8th and roam the state, velvet drape
Now go sell the tape, click, boom
House cold turn the oven on
Click, boom
We back in this bitch with another song
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom
House cold turn the oven on
Click, boom, Click, boom
We back in this bitch with another song
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
Click, boom, Click, boom
If you don't know then you gon' know soon
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