Focaccia
Hey y'all, it's Free Batteries, we're from out the perimeter just so you know Where do you think we get this?
What you know about rollin' down 20 at 2 a.m. In the pouring rain Got about 20 miles to go I'm past 285 and I'm headin' home
Got that diamond crystal kosher salt So you know I'm cooking proper Born where they try and stop you, try and stop you Life with a side of vinegar My fish and chips from captain D's If you know what that mean you know I know you're feeling me When you're cooking up you need salt, fat, acid and heat Learned that from a lady named Samin My boy, he dreamin' of women in Caracas Me, I'm in the kitchen proving this focaccia
What you know about rollin' down 20 at 2 a.m. In the pouring rain Got about 20 miles to go I'm past 285 and I'm headin' home
I like fat bitches I play with They tatas, I be slayin' skinny hoes When I stay in Caracas, little bro Livin' raleigh, cabranito, oaxaca I'm the livin' round loop ten oops, I'm four eddies in Free Thugger, homie, my idol like the migos Wheezy was my idol before Narcissism is a killer Pride go well before the fall