Bitch I'm Cooking - Stitches, Kevin Gates

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me

Your boyfriend’s a joke, your boyfriend is broke

Come fuck with Stitches, I got kilos on my boat

She sayin', «Stitches, I love you»

I think my diamonds make her crazy

First day she met me, say she wanna have my baby

I’m smokin' weed, I’m sippin' lean

Pull up in a Maserati up to the scene

TMZ takin' pictures, while I’m rollin' these swishers

Gettin' head while I’m drivin', and best belive I still kiss her

She say, «Stiches you too freaky for me»

To tell you the truth, I’m startin' to think that bitch is an informant

She’s askin' way too many questions

Imma Chris Brown that ho, teach her a lesson

Slap that bitch two times and tell that bitch to get to steppin'

Imma always be rich, they call me, «Mister Steal Yo Bitch»

Now that boy say he got a problem

I got a AK-47, Imma solve it

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me

I can teach ya how to sell them drugs

I can teach ya how to be a thug

Nigga, I done been through the struggle

Bitch I but this no

I swear to God, I’m tired of these fake rappers

These niggas say they real but they all actors

Nigga, I can teach ya how to really cook it

It ain’t my fault your girl said I was good lookin'

I can’t wait for the day my brothers step outta prison

Just so they could ride in foreigns with me, see how I’m livin'

I’m puttin' stacks up in they commissary

Cause if we got the same blood it’s necessary

I hate to see them tears go down my mama’s face

That’s my queen and that’s forever no one take her place

When I was on the run she kept my kilos at her place

And every court that I had she always showed her face

I love her

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me

Bitch, you know I’m cookin'

Bitch, you know I’m whippin'

I’m whippin', whippin', whippin'

Got bricks up in my kitchen

They say my wrist game crazy

Front the nigga, twenty bricks, he better pay me