Stove Tops lyrics

[Intro: El Camino]
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo
Uh, Yo

[Verse 1: El Camino]
Yo, my n*gga told me that one of my other n*ggas told
I was rich soon as I lit the stove
Bently truck rippin' through the snow
D Block where the bricks get sold
Gun long as a fishing pole
We had a bigger block, but we still played the same streets
I taught my young boul how to clean off and aim heats
We made peace
But a few n*ggas got killed
I swear I'll put the .40 to your head
Make your brains melt
I'm on another level, we ain't cut from the same shelf
I wanted a Straight-eight, till I seen how that Range felt
I bet the Mac 11 make 'em dance like ballerinas
We came from small venues, now n*ggas sellin' out arenas
I bet I bring my '9 to the game like I'm Arenas
I got your baby mama in my bathroom suckin' p*nis
Before she pulled up, made her get my sh*t from the cleaners
Only the hustlers get rich, this sh*t ain't for the dreamers
I'm a genius
[Chorus: El Camino]
Yo, I could've made a million off the stove top
sh*t, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove tops
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top
See, I could've made a billion off the stove top
Uh, I could've made a billion off the stove top
sh*t, I could've made a billion off the stove top
sh*t, I bet I'll make a billion, uh

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]
Ay Yo
It's real when you got a family to take care of
My only problem is the beef that I'm unaware of
Black twin snubs, whole squad got a pair of
No leg shots, I'ma put 'em where his head was
I'm shopping for chandelier bulbs
And weird rugs
That right there was made from a bear cub
Serve whole bricks, I don't tear drugs
Master flexin' on 'em as a bird man
And I don't wear lugs
While n*ggas hate, I just share love
Last year was
A lot of funny handshakes and weird hugs
Hate is not a sincere grudge
When I shoot
I have to wear gloves, some shades, and ear plugs
I remember facing the ceilin', the paint was peelin'
f*ck all that good guy sh*t, I'ma play the villian
Ask how I got this chain, it came from dealin'
If that b*tch pretty and broke, then she ain't appealin'
Trust