Padma (So Buttery)

[Intro] Talk Reckless [Hook] So Buttery put it in the pan let it sizzle Cook up, watch it come back official Dish it out let them eat it up till theres nothing left Respect the top chef [Verse 1] The Bobby Flay of this Game in this I came in it No regrets Now I chef the flavor shit Handkerchief, no sweat Throw the stick out there The bitches go fetch Pick out gear play GQ like O.Epps My zone is flat, mind elevated Like I'm blowin' the sess Segegrated from hatred Everyday in the Matrix Dodgin' bullets Stay far away so I don't get involved with the bullshit Let off a full clip Status feed then I step off On some cool shit Smooth criminal, white suit Sue (?) if I'ts ok if we dos this Loose lips sink ships I put the trith in your pink slip Hold it down, you'll benifit I've been the shit so it's imminent you could smell me My penmanship on a sick pig is very healthy Uh,(?) Killed them all in every verse So the competition is dead and gone Hasn't rained for how ever long You boys get the picture, no Eddie Long Community Juice [Hook] [Verse 2] Fuck the world for the win Always been that way Since Slim had waves on the Spin Young nigga with the boyish grin