Lyrics
I got a clip full of Hor d’oeuvers, to cater to the bullshit
Say my name wrong, I’mma serve your whole clique (Eat, niggas eat!)
Got chickens in the back though, a few could make a bird flip
Keep that on the low though, tell no one you heard (Sssh! Shush!)
And you gonna be good though, no matter what you purchase
(Ah huh) Whoever got they bread out first, will be my first pick
(For what?) To give a menu, then we shall continue
After your order placed, you’ll be glad with what I bring you
Want a piece of the pie? Then get your knife and fork
But a slice’ll cost, I don’t know what you thought (I don’t know!)
But the wrong move, will put you on life support (For real!)
Trying to snatch a plate, that we can’t tolerate (No way!)
Got rules to the game, you either follow straight?
Or could swallow Ace, snack on a Snub Nose
Give rubber round cutthroats, sweet niggas run around
Swear it’s just love though (What!?)
Then we rain on they picnics, make 'em drew biscuits
For the jewels and the riches, it’s you that do the dishes
Wash 'em with the quickness (With the quickness!)
If you know what’s good for you, be respectful to my business
Hook:
(Ya heard!?) This is gourmet, what we cheffin' up?
They need that raw yay, yeah that uncut (Ah hah!)
And you can smell it through the packaging
It’s Ru Spits, homie and I’m back again (Back again!)
Hook 2:
This is gourmet, what we cheffin' up?
Place an order in, I can hook it up
(Let's go) And you can smell it through the packaging
It’s Ru Spits, homie and I’m back again (Back again!)
Outro:
Back again (back again) back (again)
Rap again (rap again), smell me?!
Fuck yeah (fuck yeah), I see my niggas!
, what’s realer? We all ready
Jersey, what’s good then? Irv
Queens, Brooklyn, it’s Spitty, Harlem