[Intro: EBK Young Joc]
Aye, nigga, we call it Yao Ming
In the kitchen, bro cooking up dog, we call it Yao Ming (Armani, this shit stuey)

[Verse 1: Bla$ta]
It's Gucci over here with the belt ring
Back when I was 19 had a GLOCK 19
Keep my dogs round, know what mice bring
Thug said he married to the block, he had a nice ring
Mask on when we coming, trick or treat
Clown told a joke but it didn't tickle me
Young king coming off gold like I'm Mr. T
Fresh off the porch to a mop, my cousin Mr. Clean

[Chorus: EBK Young Joc]
Bébé kids, young, wild and reckless, we ain't listen
Getting kicked of school, skipping classes, fuck detention
I ain't wanna get put in sports, I told my mama I was different
Now listen, nigga, I'm all about the green
Glizzy get to dropping, when it knock it go boom-bada-bing
In the kitchen, bro cooking up dog, we call it Yao Ming
Aye, nigga, we call it Yao Ming
In the kitchen, bro cooking up dog, we call it Yao Ming

[Verse 2: EBK Young Joc]
All pressure, I gotta stay on they necks, it ain't no letting up
And when this glizzy bust that's when [?]
Go put that weapon up, how you say you sliding but ain't stretching nothing
Now pick this weapon up, it ain't no virus but I'm catching something
Like can you dig it? No, really, can you dig it?
I been outside since I was 13, child of the trenches
[?] me and my ghetto friends, we really handle business
We got big poles, y'all riding fishbowls, no competition
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