Hamburger Helper Lyrics – Nicholas Craven & Boldy James

Hamburger Helper Lyrics

[Intro: Boldy James]
Where we at?
Craven
Jack God, check

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Teddy Bundy, the way I killed the game, been on my Jalen Brunson
Knickerbockin’, niggas snitch on Blocks, I get you Teddy Ruxpin (What else?)
Teddy Riley, they know I’m the guy, it ain’t no belly uppin’ (Yeah)
Sippin’ Barney with this baby bop, know we be Tellytubbin’ (It’s the Blocks)
Feel like DiBiase, all this Virgil, and this Ellie’ Vuitton
Witch on the broom, but the .30 stick came with a belly button (Brrt)
Know they want the answers to the questions, them detectives askin’ (Yeah)
Every time we get the load, they hide, it ain’t no telegraphin’ (Uh-huh)
Way the K kick, ain’t no karate, he ain’t never jabbin’
It have you out your body, feeling like you telepathic (Uh-huh)
Speedin’ up to highway to hell, behind the pedal, mashin’ (Skrrt)
227, mafia, what else? You soft as everlasting (It’s the mafia)
When killers died, I swear to God could hear the devil laughin’ (Hahahahaha)
In the kitchen, fixin’ devil’s pie, feel like a spell I’m castin’ (Where we at?)
Might push up in that Don Gotti, bumpin’ Death & Taxes
Riskin’ my life, flirtin’ with death, it made her less attractive (Blockworks)
Let’s get it

[Chorus: Chip$]
I’m just countin’ up the extras (Extras)
I can’t fuck with shorty, she too extra (Too extra)
I just slapped the brrt on a heckler (Brrt)
Your boss a ham, you a Hamburger Helper (Helper)
I’m just countin’ up the extras (Extras)
I can’t fuck with shorty, she too extra (Too extra)
I just slapped the brrt on a heckler (Brrt)
Your boss a ham, you a Hamburger Helper (Ham)

[Verse 2: Chip$]
Small block Chevy, 350 in a Iraq
Buddy called the cops, knocked his eye out, he’s a cyclops (He’s a cyclops)
Barely watched the game, ten thotties in the sky box
Your bro a birdie, your other homie shaky, you must be Frylock (Must be Frylock)
For the price of a brick a kid’ll pop you at the Thai spot
Keep playin’, put a square on your head, no high top (No high top)
Craven drove nine hours just to produce a crime scene
Pinky with the pints, I’m cool if the juice is lime green
Same Nike Tech as the Venezuelan president
Might go ice Patek if this play go through immaculate
Between me and you, fuck about your voter rights
Got a foreign bitch twistin’ the throttles on my motorbike
Pills and mushrooms, powered up, Super Mario
Minnesota, boardin’ Manitoba to Ontario
Return with the goods through the winds and tunnels
Salt and pepper, ice man but the Drac’ is spinderella (‘Rella)

[Chorus: Chip$]
I’m just countin’ up the extras (Extras)
I can’t fuck with shorty, she too extra (Too extra)
I just slapped the brrt on a heckler (Brrt)
Your boss a ham, you a Hamburger Helper (Helper)
I’m just countin’ up the extras (Extras)
I can’t fuck with shorty, she too extra (Too extra)
I just slapped the brrt on a heckler (Brrt)
Your boss a ham, you a Hamburger Helper (Ham)