[Intro]
It's Da Cloth, n***a!
Yo, uh
Yo

[Verse 1]
I drop it straight to the oil, I'm just crooked
The fish at the bottom, I dropped the fork, I hooked it
Baggin' up everything, n***a, this like bookin'
He ain't know about top oil, I just took it (You know I took that shit, n***a)
That's another tip at your sponsor, a trip to Brooklyn
I could watch the Nets but I rather just shoot footage
Stompin' in the Roc and we never loosin' our foot in (Nah, n***a)
Son never think we slippin', my gun is out when you pull it
Pullin' grams out the pie, yo, I'm just cookin' (Yeah)
They want my receipe, n***as must want bullets (That's what you want?)
My licks get it free for every lick that they pullin'
We bring 'em to the spot and we break you up to the fullest (Bring 'em here, I got you, don't worry about it)

[Bridge]
Break you up to the fullest
Bring 'em to the spot and we break you up to the fullest

[Chorus]
They call me cook when I whip it, I need the 'fetti
It's thiry-one grams in the oil, this bitch heavy (Shit heavy)
I'm 'bout to the beacon like Keisha, I'm watchin' Belly
Hold up, auntie, this ain't ready (Word)
It ain't ready (Yo)
Hold up, auntie, this ain't ready (Yo-yo)
[Verse 3]
The way I cook it up it's like butter, my shit jelly (Auntie, I got you, I told you, just chill, just give me like ten minutes, fifteen)
The way I cook it up it's like butter, my shit jelly
My crack so sweet, when I whip it that shit smelly (Shit stank)
Stankin' up the crib, my shawty done got a telly
I know she hate the smell, this midget like Joe Pesci (Yo-yo)
The corner store famous, I'm chillin' right by the Pepsi (That's where I'm at)
Them hoes know I'm ugly but all we just say I'm sexy
Auntie want a big piece, yo, you know she press me
She brought mad money already, that shit refresh me (Word)
Gave her ass a twenty, she wanted more just to test me
She always bring the good ones, yo, she mad sketchy
My shit was all butter, we gettin' bread like no other (Word)
'Cause when you a good cook, n***a, you get smothered (Get smothered)
The windows ain't got no shades, we use covers
And when you don't use latex, you use rubber, yo

[Chorus]
They call me cook when I whip it, I need the 'fetti
It's thiry-one grams in the oil, this bitch heavy
I'm 'bout to the beacon like Keisha, I'm watchin' Belly (Yo, yo-yo)
Hold up, auntie, this ain't ready

[Outro]
Haha! (It ain't ready, Assassins)
Hold up, auntie, this ain't ready (Yo, it ain't ready)
It ain't ready (It's Da Cloth, n***a!)
Yo, it ain't ready (It ain't ready, auntie, I told you)
It's been ten, fifteen but you gotta wait for it to snack, it gotta snack
Damn