MICHELIN STAR FREESTYLE
[Intro, spoken: Stak]
Yeah, hol' on, make sure I don't hear myself
Yeah, wait, the fuck?

[Verse 1: Stak & JR SPECS]
'Ey, finger rolled a lay-up
[?] on the blacktop
SEASON in the kitchen
We be cooking on the laptop
Shawty throwin' ass
With the city in the backdrop
Baby naggin' me
So I take her to the cash [?]
Eighty on the dash
When we moving down the city street
Babies in the back
Making noise when they hear the beat
Issa hot summer
I just ask them if they feel the heat
Been tryna take the kids
Up off the street t'see the Wildebeests
We gon' hit the Grammy's
With the tux out, lux'd out
Big Ford [?]
Bring their trucks out, hush now
Puffing gas until they
Blow their lungs out, gush out
We been at a tempo
They can't touch now
Oh now, woah
Top of the top
When I hit the totem pole
Issa spot
Number one locked
Where we finna go?
We've been on a roll
They can never slow (Yeah)
When the kids get off the block (Uh)
Then the world gon' blow
[Verse 2: JR SPECS]
Shorty moving with the two-step!
Yeah, do you like [?] got two taste
Kick her ass out
Hop up in the kitchen
Show you what the fuck about
SEASON VII on the slap-top
Cheffin' on the wax night
Checking all the facts
Got stripes like [?]
She gon' pop me like a Flintstone
Money from her daddy, big beamer
Long hair, blowing out the roof, two-seater
Baby girl, you fucking with a young daydreamer
Shorty think I'm cool, like Avicii in Ibiza
You a simp, son, like Homer, Bart, Lisa
Flow kinda dirty, but I'm sipping on a [?]
On a corner singing to ya, baby, like a reefer
Pocketwatch; she put the scratch in it like a headstone
Now she acting like we stay connected at the hip bone
[?] in this bitch hungry like the hippoes
And I'm smoking on [?] at the [?] though

[Verse 3: Sutz]
Hol' up, snap a picture, like Canon
Bitch I'm blowing up, big stuff, like cannon
Don't you [?] me, bitch, don't you get planted
I know where you from, I'ma send you in a panic
I tell you TNT make a movie Bruce Banner
Money whole green, I might throw a fuckin' tantrum
Got the whole team runnin' 'round in a Phantom
We drop dead only when a Ghost ain't faster
But hoes switch-up
Don' mess up
We gon' bless up, no
I don' mess up
We own this up, ho
I'ma tongue-kissa
I'm always with yo' ho
The ho fit up
We blowin' shit up
[Outro]
Yeah, whole team on a mission, oh
No fans when you [?], no
Top shelf, we ain't missin'
SEASON VII go the distance, oh