[Intro]
Woah
Bitch wanna facetime me in the section
Talkin' bout "Whachu doin, I’m horny" (You horny bitch?)
I'm in a different time zone
She talkin' bout get on the PJ (Fuck is wrong with you?)
You’re silly bitch
Yeah yeah (Woah)

[Verse 1]
Gravity gotta cease to exist you come up with somethin' this fly
Showin' you my net profit it might fuck up your high
Collect watches I've got nothin' but time
Look in the ride I ain't tryna get slumped in the ride
Nah, it seems
I'm like Keenan pickin' up on the vibe
Motherfuckers is dundo I can see it in their eyes
I don’t know if it’s the fact y'all ain’t recoup or you runnin' with goof
Or the fact that your bitch sendin' me n***s tellin' me that I’m cute
I take a cue from Uncle Luke and tell her "Pop that pussy"
Little bitch, come sock it to me
You better learn to let that bitch go
Somewhat of a light stepper if you steppin' on my toes
Oh you didn't mean to impose?
Well I suppose
That's why you froze
Stub nose on his nose, nobody knows
My flows on wax that's a kilo legend
What they droppin', that's placebo effect shit
Your ego is threatened
I'm a human Arecibo message
God made me you never ever seen such effort (Nope)
Watchin' all the flowers bloom while I'm tannin' in Cancun
You're just a buffoon
My Movado like family heirlooms (Aye yai yai)
Problems I got a handful but it's nothin' I can't do
Whenever shit be gettin' hairy I come up with the shampoo
I made the butter go and gave her nothin' but samples
When Jada was weighin' dope on the shit that weigh Shamu (Woo)
Vacation on the coast, 30 on me, Julius Randle (Brrrrr)
Fall off? Bitch I don't plan to
Nah
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Straight into the pot out the bird cage
Powder swimmin' like Mermaids
Stove Jesus rose on the third day
Balenciaga fur Drake
They're like "Stove it's been a year" bitch I'm worth the wait
They like "Stove what it cost" bitch it's thirty-eight
Twenty-three for a half a plate
Why would you ever buy half a plate?
Brr

[Verse 2: Stove God Cooks]
Ah
If it don't cook right I just can't sleep
Send my shooters in the Rubicon Jeep (Brr, bah bah bah bah)
My dawg said he livin' just as good as he did on the street
He up north ballin' he Fred VanVleet (Ha ha ha ha)
Ran the price up and brought the stock home (I did)
Swear these rap n***as gotta have Stockholm
How you been gettin' raped for years and you still not gone?
I'm the gold-wrist pot Don
Stove Jesus thorn crown on my head while I rock raw (Woo)
Stuck off the realness
Still water whippin' is you fillin' in? (Fillin in')
I bring the cash out at the dealership
Chinchilla draggin' out the S550 Benz bitch we a million in (Haha)
The sky's the limit drop the ceiling in
And if there's holes in their investigation boy don't you go fill in it
Ha ha ha (Stove)
[Chorus: Stove God Cooks]
Straight into the pot out the bird cage
Powder swimmin' like Mermaids
Stove Jesus rose on the third day
Balenciaga fur Drake
They're like "Stove it's been a year" bitch I'm worth the wait
They like "Stove what it cost" bitch it's thirty-eight
Twenty-three for a half a plate
Why would you ever buy half a plate?