Yeah, I’m loaded up, baked potato king,
Fluffier than clouds, let the butter bling.
Throw that cheese on top, watch the crowd sing,
In the kitchen flexin’ hard, like a boss with a ring.
Peep the spuds, yeah, they poppin’ hot,
Golden brown skin, man, give it all you got.
Best believe I’m ballin’, ain’t no second guess,
While you chasin’ trends, I just ate the best, yes.
Real fellas know, I’m a tuber on the rise,
More versatile than your whole vibe can describe.
Mash ‘em, bake ‘em, fry ‘em, it’s hard to compete,
My potato game strong, it’s a whole damn feast.
Yeah, I’m loaded up, baked potato king,
Fluffier than clouds, let the butter bling.
Throw that cheese on top, watch the crowd sing,
In the kitchen flexin’ hard, like a boss with a ring.
Steak’s good, but it can’t take the crown,
When it’s spud time, baby, I don’t mess around.
Chillin’ with my crew, makin’ recipes fly,
Baked, twice baked, man, I’m that guy.
Ain’t no hatin’ here, just spud love,
Crispy on the outside, soft like a dove.
Call it tuber therapy, it’s a vibe,
When you’re feelin’ low, let that starch revive.
Yeah, I’m loaded up, baked potato king,
Fluffier than clouds, let the butter bling.
Throw that cheese on top, watch the crowd sing,
In the kitchen flexin’ hard, like a boss with a ring.
Loaded like my pockets, with that cheddar flow,
Sour cream drip, man, you already know.
Keep the drama simple, just pass the plate,
With that baked potato, I elevate.
Rollin’ in the hood, spud truck on blast,
Potato gang tight, we’ll outlast the past.
Fellas wanna hate, but they can’t deny,
When it’s spud season, watch the others cry.
So I’m tossin’ in the bacon, sprinkle on the chives,
When you roll with the best, man, you know you’ll thrive.
Call me Mr. Tater, don’t you forget,
When it comes to the dinner, I’m a sure bet.
Yeah, I’m loaded up, baked potato king,
Fluffier than clouds, let the butter bling.
Throw that cheese on top, watch the crowd sing,
In the kitchen flexin’ hard, like a boss with a ring.
So next time you eat, just remember the deal,
Baked potato slayin’, that’s the real meal.
Loaded up, folks, I’m the spud god,
Rappin’ ‘bout tubers, givin’ life a nod.