text: Since I stepped in the kitchen I stayed in it
  Lately been having my way with it
   my wrist I got faith in it
  I just booked me a house with a safe in it
  Ive been lacking with the ice
  If the plug call my phone get that money right 
  Gotta tell my lil bitch we cant fuck tonight 
  Cause Im gon be whipping that butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Im a lil nigga Im 56, stand on my money Im 65
  We selling fish out the bando
  You prolly think its a fish fry 
  Boy Im a slave in the kitchen
  Im all on the floor trying to turn me one brick into two
  Shit it remind me the time I was up in the cell with my celly and breaking down soups
  Im selling fish outta Bonnyville
  With a lil bitch she from Summerville
  Pouring a pint I cant let it spill 
  Begging Lil Uzi bitch grab the wheel
  I was made in that kitchen was raised in it
  See my grandma got older she aged in it
  All, all she hear is 
  All she hear is 
  And I tell her im making shit
  Bitch I made me away with a quarter 
  In the trap for a hundred nights
  Then I made me away with the water 
  And invest in the butter knife
  I can take me a four turn that shit to 
  Put that shit on the block and then got them geeking
  Ive been whipping so long that I got a fever
  Since I stepped in the kitchen I stayed in it
  Lately been having my way with it
   my wrist I got faith in it
  I just booked me a house with a safe in it
  Ive been lacking with the ice
  If the plug call my phone get that money right 
  Gotta tell my lil bitch we cant fuck tonight 
  Cause Im gon be whipping that butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  I aint have no fun 
  I whip with the butterknife 
  Been trapping for like two weeks and I havent slept in like 20 nights
  This lean in the bottle bitch
  I swear this aint crystal light
  The F in fifty seven whip the .223 make your body left and right
  Lil Uzi been make it hurt
  I fuck up your appetite
  Went in the bank, with the credit card cashier call me master swipe
  And if it aint my finger, they miss my wrist, my necklace always on ice
  Lil Uzi came out of no where hoe 
  Yeah Im taking flight
  That bitch gave me head just like some lice
  And you niggas sneaking you just some mice
  And my bro got white, Im not talking rice
  And he in the trenches he toten pipes
  And we just be out here like every night
  Getting these checks Im living right
  And I got that .40 bitch
  But If I dont got it I stab you with butterknife
  Since I stepped in the kitchen I stayed in it
  Lately been having my way with it
   my wrist I got faith in it
  I just booked me a house with a safe in it
  Ive been lacking with the ice
  If the plug call my phone get that money right 
  Gotta tell my lil bitch we cant fuck tonight 
  Cause Im gon be whipping that butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife 
  Look at the butterknife 
  I whip the butterknife