"Stove" lyrics
(feat. Andre Nickatina)
[Berner:]
Big Bern in the building. Nickatina, what up?
I'm dope, someone throw me on the stove
Missed the PM, I guess I'm going on the road
Peach drinks with the apricot, I'm tryna buy up all the weight you got
Stash houses, I'm doing numbers with no glass houses
Just NorCal sun, bag it up in half ounces
They don't wanna play the price game
I move mean, different mind frame
It's not old, no mold, I'm outdoors
I bought my neighbor an acre and built a house for her
Why they say we in a drought for
I guess I had to come around more ambitious
SUVs full of bitches
I'm etting topped off while on my phone talking business
Pound cake, where's your teddy grams
And I'm tryna roll up every graph
Yeah, El Chivo, Russ Buffalino
I pull up and grab an envelope full of C-Notes
Heron flow, yeah everywhere I go
I sit behind the Limo tint with the air on low
Private plane, yeah I might hydro plane
My new Lamborghini, it don't like no rain
We chop game into the sunrise
Say it loud, fuck one time
I'm bout it, bout it, Dior outfit
I waited six months for the custom couches
Up out the block, no bank loans
I'm in town but can't stay long
Yeah, they say my name when they talk about smoke
Fuck rapping, I run the trap, that's why they call me the GOAT
I used to run Broadway, I played with the coke
I bought some brand new leather, told em to tailor the coat
I've been counting all night, I ain't feeling well
Here's some words from the Killa Whale, Nicky
[Andre Nickatina:]
Ay, I used to tailor my coats and do I got a way style
Stay away from the boats and
Ay, I'm in the Benz with the spliff
And I took my whole perm style from Queen Elizabeth
That's facts, to the freak, roger that
And if she got a big mouth, yo don't call back
You're blocked, this is Fillmoe fresh
And if you think any less, it can get complex
In her face, the whole structure is glazed
And my shell toe Adidas probably show my age
I'm like a henny born, Pisces Capricorn
Text me in the evening and I'll text you in the morning
Cause I'm Khan mecca, blue jeans dresser
Georgetown AI fullforth presser
And the potty is popping like a .9
My zodiac sign just ran across your mind
I never want yours cause I'm always getting mines
I triple up the price cause they tell me it's a crime
(Yo, holla back)
Another double shot of cognac
I'm like a wolf pack running on a horse track
A silver bullet, man moving to the fullest
Roll another blunt and push me to the front
I'm knowing what you want, my clothes I like to flaunt
My new leather jacket, man I never even bought
You see it in my promo, I hate to take a photo
While cracking crab talking shit, down that [?]
I thought I saw a ghost but it was weed smoke
Man, coming out my ash tray while rolling on the freeway
Yo and the potty is poppin like a .9
My zodiac sign just ran across your mind
I'm never wanting yours cause I'm always getting mines
I triple up the price cause they tell me it's a crime
[Berner:]
Yeah, Big Bern and King Nicky, and Frisco's in the buildings. It's Killa Whale. You need some shit to ride to. Independent tycoon shit.
Big Bern in the building. Nickatina, what up?
I'm dope, someone throw me on the stove
Missed the PM, I guess I'm going on the road
Peach drinks with the apricot, I'm tryna buy up all the weight you got
Stash houses, I'm doing numbers with no glass houses
Just NorCal sun, bag it up in half ounces
They don't wanna play the price game
I move mean, different mind frame
It's not old, no mold, I'm outdoors
I bought my neighbor an acre and built a house for her
Why they say we in a drought for
I guess I had to come around more ambitious
SUVs full of bitches
I'm etting topped off while on my phone talking business
Pound cake, where's your teddy grams
And I'm tryna roll up every graph
Yeah, El Chivo, Russ Buffalino
I pull up and grab an envelope full of C-Notes
Heron flow, yeah everywhere I go
I sit behind the Limo tint with the air on low
Private plane, yeah I might hydro plane
My new Lamborghini, it don't like no rain
We chop game into the sunrise
Say it loud, fuck one time
I'm bout it, bout it, Dior outfit
I waited six months for the custom couches
Up out the block, no bank loans
I'm in town but can't stay long
Yeah, they say my name when they talk about smoke
Fuck rapping, I run the trap, that's why they call me the GOAT
I used to run Broadway, I played with the coke
I bought some brand new leather, told em to tailor the coat
I've been counting all night, I ain't feeling well
Here's some words from the Killa Whale, Nicky
[Andre Nickatina:]
Ay, I used to tailor my coats and do I got a way style
Stay away from the boats and
Ay, I'm in the Benz with the spliff
And I took my whole perm style from Queen Elizabeth
That's facts, to the freak, roger that
And if she got a big mouth, yo don't call back
You're blocked, this is Fillmoe fresh
And if you think any less, it can get complex
In her face, the whole structure is glazed
And my shell toe Adidas probably show my age
I'm like a henny born, Pisces Capricorn
Text me in the evening and I'll text you in the morning
Cause I'm Khan mecca, blue jeans dresser
Georgetown AI fullforth presser
And the potty is popping like a .9
My zodiac sign just ran across your mind
I never want yours cause I'm always getting mines
I triple up the price cause they tell me it's a crime
(Yo, holla back)
Another double shot of cognac
I'm like a wolf pack running on a horse track
A silver bullet, man moving to the fullest
Roll another blunt and push me to the front
I'm knowing what you want, my clothes I like to flaunt
My new leather jacket, man I never even bought
You see it in my promo, I hate to take a photo
While cracking crab talking shit, down that [?]
I thought I saw a ghost but it was weed smoke
Man, coming out my ash tray while rolling on the freeway
Yo and the potty is poppin like a .9
My zodiac sign just ran across your mind
I'm never wanting yours cause I'm always getting mines
I triple up the price cause they tell me it's a crime
[Berner:]
Yeah, Big Bern and King Nicky, and Frisco's in the buildings. It's Killa Whale. You need some shit to ride to. Independent tycoon shit.
