[Lyric] Culinary Arts (Tripstar)

[Intro]
(Dee the Shooter shot a movie)
Woah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Trapzone, yeah
Yeah, Tripstar
Woah, woah

[Verse 1]
Straight drop
Got my hood hot, I'm playin' hopscotch
Ten people walkin' up, I'm takin' care my customer
Took a loss, I hit that shit again
Told Cone to bear with me, I ain't gon' do that shit again, yeah
Bought a thirty-six and then I bought a thirty-six
Got a script for an eight and bought a Sprite remixed
Backpack full of this and that, I keep me two straps
They like, "Trip, you hard as hell," I do this shit for all the trappers, yeah

[Chorus]
Culinary arts school, I'm always in the kitchen
I was fuckin' with them beaters, cookin' dope in my wifebeater
Skrrt, scrape the bowl, I need the extras
Got a plug, this shit a blessing
It's a drought, you know I'm taxing
Out of sight and out of mind, you know you niggas droppin' dimes, yeah
[Verse 2]
Used to trap them dimes, yeah
'Til I made a dime, yeah
Started sellin' pounds, woah
Started totin' rounds, yeah
My first strap, it was a nine
Bitch, my nigga want a nine-piece
My shooter right behind me, woah
Yeah, spent a dub on my wrist off trappin' packs, woah
Lost one, my lil' nigga, told him we gon' get it back
Make a profit, then I go and get another sack, yeah
I'm so quick to start over, yeah

[Chorus]
Culinary arts school, I'm always in the kitchen
I was fuckin' with them beaters, cookin' dope in my wifebeater
Skrrt, scrape the bowl, I need the extras (Trapzone)
Got a plug, this shit a blessing
It's a drought, you know I'm taxing (Trapzone)
Out of sight and out of mind, you know you niggas droppin' dimes

[Outro]
Trapzone
Trapzone
Trapzone
Trapzone
Woah, yeah