Gushers - AyoMaso

Stop cookin' Stop cookin' it's smokin' in here Who's got that hot hot hot hot hot hot buffalo sauce We need spice in this mug right now Noah can't have no bland chicken rap shit Sesame, ranch, garlic, parmesan, or Kung pow Any sauce will do, no I won't get lost in it Sing songy gaudy hits Got me this Godless Gotta get-her-done Grab some gorgonzola For the grocery list Mix up ingredients in the kitchen I'll whip the finest chicken It'd turn Eeyore into an optimist My team cooks heat Wildfires without a consequence Vision goes deep Couldn't see it with ten optometrists Wearing HD binoculars Sending out scouting hawks With contacts in Making vision prime word to Optimus Its Raw, illest in the land by a landslide Southern like Crisco and pan-fried Ya'll, put me in a box and I'll bust out that bitch Like some gushers at snack time Suacee' spreadin' spices on hip hop filets Fill tastes buds with A1 flava since day one Wordplay stays fun, fuck with the funk like Rick James son Everybody hates it or loves, Chris or Raymond Ma'ma jamma, handin gamma rays of energy to you To who? To me. Betcha sweet patootie dreams are comin' true Coolly cool, whip voodoo like I'm kin to Erykah Badu Despite lighter skin, like of Harry Connick Jr Nior (You're) dazzled with my arsenal I carry a platoon Of flows, but ask my babe he'd say I'm carrying the moon Sun and stars, god oh god guess I might be super human Plus I got a team with hits that get the vegetables movin I could be in a room with ten dime pieces, smokin four quarters of loud But I wouldn't give two fucks Cuz my darlin and my homies make me feel like a milly So ten dimes and four quarters would just feels like two bucks You a fool if you don't love this undeniably luscious, indescribable scrumptious Ruckus, brother fuck it I'm done proving my worth, my earth times limited, so if I can't buy ya time I'll just body the person who's rented it Its Raw, illest in the land by a landslide Southern like Crisco and pan-fried Yall, put me in a box and I'll bust out that bitch Like Gushers at snack time Raw, illest in the land by a landslide Southern like Crisco and pan-fried Yall, put me in a box and I'll bust out that bitch Like some Gushers at snack time