Tekst piosenki
[Intro]
He’s like a white Busta Rhymes
Shouts out to AssPizza though
Gordon Ramsey, Gordon Ramsey
[Verse 1: Lil Toast]
In the kitchen master chefin’ like I’m Gordon Ramsey
And I’m whippin’ up a brick I serve it in a ramekin
You a opp for a reason, no it ain’t random
Took your girl for a ransom, in my phantom (Sorry)
I took her to my mansion in the Hamptons (Sike)
She made my song an anthem cause I’m handsome (I’m pretty)
I got a lot of cannons, imma blast ’em (Boom!)
I got a lotta goals and a lotta magnums (Sex)
And I’m makin up a brick I drop it off like Santa (Merry Christmas)
And I got hella pink I pour it in my phantom (Lean)
And I’m drivin real fast like Princess Diana (Crash)
And I got a lot of work, call me Toast Montana
Hit the homerun like Ervin Santana (Homerun)
I got a new car, shit is panoramic
My life like a movie boy I’m cinematic
Nigga you ain’t want no action you just problematic
[Chorus]
Gordon Ramsey, Gordon Ramsey
5 Star Kitchen like I’m Gordon Ramsey
Gordon Ramsey, I’m like Gordon Ramsey
All up in the kitchen like I’m Gordon Ramsey
5 star brick man I’m hella fancy
I’m gonna judge you boy like I’m Gordon Ramsey
Yo bitch high in the kitchen and she dirty dancin’ (Kevin Bacon)
And I got a lotta green like the Green Lantern
[Verse 2: Lil Toast]
I’m playin with the keys like a fuckin’ lanyard
Nigga I ain’t Kanye West but I got the answer (Sway)
Nigga I ain’t Vin Diesel but my car is faster
Niggas on the come up like a fuckin’ ladder
Gordon Ramsey up in London hit Paris right after
I’m shittin’ on you niggas, where the fuck my manners? (oops)
Wait, you a fuck nigga so it don’t matter
Ay, got a lotta dates like a fuckin’ planner
I take him out to dinner then back to the standard (hotel)
I get a lot of brain like that bitch from Stanford
If you hanging with the opps thats a health hazard
Catch you walking down the street I hit you with a hammer
[Bridge]
Gordon Ramsey, Gordon Ramsey
Wait you in the kitchen like you Gordon Ramsey?
Gordon Ramsey, I said Gordon Ramsey
Nigga who? Nigga Gordon Ramsey!
[Verse 3: Eskay]
I’m cookin your bitch like an egg, got a gun so I’m duckin the feds
I’m poppin the pills cause I stress like a ??? cause I’m close to the edge
Well my nigga Toast gettin bread, your bitch is a ho she give head
I fuck till she numb in her legs, fuck till I’m breakin her bed
Buy me a cook book, but I don’t need it I master chef
Fashion immaculate, bitch it don’t matter how I dress
Rap game propane, your shit easy bake oven
I’m fuckin her cousin, I’m fuckin her mother
Hit it from the back like a hashtag, no been trill
Got goons on standby wait for me to say kill
Fuckin with my bro ??? cause a nigga too real
Fuckin with my nigga AssPizza cause he got no chill
God damnit!
[Hook]
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