Hey, get the fuck up out my kitchen
Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin'
I'll call yo' ass in a minute
Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (nigga, it ain't ready yet)
It ain't mixed yet
All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet

Now, I'm tide of you niglets askin' me where’s the new music
You'll get it when I release it, and mixing it's a whole process
Ma'am, sir, get out of my face
You'll be a happy camper when this shit drop
Buggin' me will only prolong the results
Man, these niggas full of shit they need a smooth mover
Take yo' constipated ass over to whole foods
You couldn't fuck wit' me without the use of autotune
And yo' girl huggin' up on me like: Rand, you smell good
I know that you been waitin', overflowin' with impatience
But I wouldn't never let yo' ass starve, wait
Just give it a few moments 'cause the shit still in the oven
It'll be worth it when it gets done, ding

Hey, get the fuck up out my kitchen (kitchen)
Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin'
I'll call yo' ass in a minute
Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (nigga, it ain't ready yet)
It ain't mixed yet
All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet