God damn
f**
Whooohh
f**ed up the kitchen (x2)
Longway
Mama
[Hook - Quavo] [x2]
Damn I'm running from task
What you gon do when the Migos and Longway running round with the mac
Young n***a searching for bags
Hurricane wrist been in task
We f**ed up the kitchen
Sorry mama I did it we f**ed up the kitchen
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Mama I f**ed up the kitchen
Sorry Steve Urkel I did it
Me and peewee pull up in the speed
Ni ni with the loader extention
Hoes in the kitchen cooking naked
I bet she won't take a gram
Im not the black eye peas
But i can't leave the peas like Will-I-AM
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
Cooking dope hit it with the turf
Country boy want a real erk
Choppa hit his a** murder murder
Longway and migo we on the block lurking
Me one connected we ?? of my search
Trapping og gas up out my b**h working
Giuseppe my toe and maybach with the curtain
And that one thing for sure and that two thing for certain
(Chorus)
[Verse 3: Takeoff]
The kitchen it make me a mili
I took that mili and bought me a Bentley
f** up the kitchen with a fork and a sk**et
Ain't no competition my n***a we winning
Maison Margiela limited edition
Actavis sipping f**ing up my kidneys
I put the boogers in my Breitling bezel
Young n***a looking like a pretty penny
[Verse 4: Offset]
Giuseppe stepper high top alligator
I flex on you n***as Arnold Schwarzenegger
QC is the label different flavor now or later
The choppa turned you to a harlem shaker
Don't f** with them n***as that's ignorant
Trapping and getting it
I pull in the phantom
The ghost is a mystery
Migos the gang and my n***as made history literally
Pull in the rari from Italy
(Chorus)