[Intro: GlitchMan]
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Let a n***a sneeze in this bitch, we gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy, we gon' test him
These shoes fit weird, you can't fit in these sneakers
My n***as rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin', why you in my kitchen?

[Verse 1: GlitchMan]
I be in the kitchen, cooking dope, gettin' my arm strong
No, I can't snitch, I can't go out like Armstrong
They say Glitch got juice like 2pac
Scared of throwin' hunnid band juggs in his shoebox
Don't tell me 'bout who the fuck you shot
Heard them boys plottin' on me, went and bought a new Glock
Robbed on my b-day, I was gettin' lunch meat
21, 2-0, no this shit jump street

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Let a n***a sneeze in this bitch, we gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy, we gon' test him
These shoes fit weird, you can't fit in these sneakers
My n***as rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin', why you in my kitchen?
[Verse 2: ?]
Know you not water whippin', why you in my kitchen?
And we'll run down, no shootin' from a distance
My clip can hold a fifty, I'm so inlove with Glizzys
And I don't trust no one, got me thinkin' like "Who with me?"
Molly got a fifty, he'll run up, cut you down
My n***as outta jail, now I'm really in my rounds
Pull up on an opp, ploww, ploww, lay him down
And all them real smackers, they don't talk, don't make no sounds
And all them real smackers, they don't talk, don't make no sounds
They don't talk, don't make no sounds
They don't talk, don't make no sounds

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Let a n***a sneeze in this bitch, we gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy, we gon' test him
These shoes fit weird, you can't fit in these sneakers
My n***as rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin', why you in my kitchen?

[Verse 3: ?]
Big Glock and the AR too
Run down, show fuck n***as what the AR do
We gon' whack his head for tryna play my move
He wanna play too cool, so fuck it
That's what we do, fuck around, put heat on 'em
He ain't Dapper Dan, got two Glocks, we put two G's on 'em
He wanna act like a bitch, probably catch a charge, just tryna beat all 'em
We gon' put a C on him, fuck with the Voodoo, put V's on him
[Verse 4: ?]
I had a long day, he was trappin' out the hallway
See you opp, we smack him in broad day
Catch him it's gonna be ball game
'Cause I moved to NC, only reason I got a ball fake
And know it's n***as from New York, I was tryna [?]
I'll probably smoke a n***a, he come to me, ever tryna call truce
And I done slapped a beam on the Glock, thats for the dark days

[Chorus: GlitchMan]
Let a n***a sneeze in this bitch, we gon' bless 'em
Sayin' that he here, crash dummy, we gon' test him
These shoes fit weird, you can't fit in these sneakers
My n***as rock out with me like The Beatles
Pistol in the kitchen, cooking Justin Bieber
I ain't ever fell in love with a eater
No, we not Popeyes, but we keep chicken
Know you not water whippin', why you in my kitchen?