The Cook Up
We Smoking pounds
Of the gas
While im just
Counting the loot
This is the cook up
My nigga
Should know
That
Im sparkin the fuse
I Got a bitch
And she bad
Swear that i like
Them in
Twos
Yea Then we all at the
Crib
This shit a breeze like im
Drew
Got The Digital dash
The timing the proof
They swear that
I'm goin off
Meanwhile
I'm just playin it cool
They reachin for miles
But cant walk a mile
In my shoes
They say in due time
Nigga give me the
Credit when
Its due
One shot
One kill
And they aimin at u
Real niggas only
I give my salute
My team
War ready we
Feel like the troops
Im droppin bombs
Everytime in the booth
Im feelin wavy
Off gin and the juice
I fuck her good then
Im chuckin the duece
This A boss Life
And I
Feel
Like im snoop
Keep ruling me out
I
Keep on breaking the rules
I see that
They watchin
More of a reason
To lock in
I dont got plans of stoppin
I just keep killin in silence
My shooters
In all black
You thought they
Was gothic
Game on lock Just
Like locksmith
Call me Dwayne Johnson
I Rock Shit
Everytime
They hear the verse
Bitch they know im
Nice
Im just Drivin In The Ghost
Call It Poltergeist
Off White The Interior
Got em
Furious
The Car Paint Drippin In Red
Just
Like a period
Laughin all the way to the bank
Cant take them serious
Deaf to the bullshit
I promise u
I aint hearin it
On the way
To take whats mine
Cause i aint spearin shit
My heart beatin
Like a gorilla
Aint no fear in it
Look
Moving wit the money
Just like a brinks
Truck
Ridin through the city
Illegal
You know
My tints up
Keep a few bad
Bitches wit me
You know they
Pinned up
And for the right price
Nigga
I'll get u sent up
Right to ya maker
My dough rise
Like a baker
The word play
Go over tops
Just like a blazer
New king
In town
Like Lebron
To the Lakers
Grindin to change
My neighbors
Tunnel vision
Get this paper
Started ballin
Nigga
Got my handle right
I got a Homie doing life
For moving china
White
I Got the
Weed burning
Slow
Just like
Some
Candle lights
And These bitches
Is thirsty
Get em a can of sprite
Hoss Gotti
Countin money
In the phantom
Fly ballin
Takin trips
He Just Came
From Paris
Arlis
Ridin Through the city
In The Benzo
Brown In The League
They got Him
Ballin In The Inzone
Know Me
Know Im puttin beats
Up in the casket
C.B and Mac 11
Pros Getting Baskets
T.T And Face
Pro Too
They getting Baskets
Strong On The Block
Like Shaq With The Magic
Moral of The Story
Chase Ya Dreams
You Can Have It
Im just puttin
Words to the picture
Like a caption
Of the gas
While im just
Counting the loot
This is the cook up
My nigga
Should know
That
Im sparkin the fuse
I Got a bitch
And she bad
Swear that i like
Them in
Twos
Yea Then we all at the
Crib
This shit a breeze like im
Drew
Got The Digital dash
The timing the proof
They swear that
I'm goin off
Meanwhile
I'm just playin it cool
They reachin for miles
But cant walk a mile
In my shoes
They say in due time
Nigga give me the
Credit when
Its due
One shot
One kill
And they aimin at u
Real niggas only
I give my salute
My team
War ready we
Feel like the troops
Im droppin bombs
Everytime in the booth
Im feelin wavy
Off gin and the juice
I fuck her good then
Im chuckin the duece
This A boss Life
And I
Feel
Like im snoop
Keep ruling me out
I
Keep on breaking the rules
I see that
They watchin
More of a reason
To lock in
I dont got plans of stoppin
I just keep killin in silence
My shooters
In all black
You thought they
Was gothic
Game on lock Just
Like locksmith
Call me Dwayne Johnson
I Rock Shit
Everytime
They hear the verse
Bitch they know im
Nice
Im just Drivin In The Ghost
Call It Poltergeist
Off White The Interior
Got em
Furious
The Car Paint Drippin In Red
Just
Like a period
Laughin all the way to the bank
Cant take them serious
Deaf to the bullshit
I promise u
I aint hearin it
On the way
To take whats mine
Cause i aint spearin shit
My heart beatin
Like a gorilla
Aint no fear in it
Look
Moving wit the money
Just like a brinks
Truck
Ridin through the city
Illegal
You know
My tints up
Keep a few bad
Bitches wit me
You know they
Pinned up
And for the right price
Nigga
I'll get u sent up
Right to ya maker
My dough rise
Like a baker
The word play
Go over tops
Just like a blazer
New king
In town
Like Lebron
To the Lakers
Grindin to change
My neighbors
Tunnel vision
Get this paper
Started ballin
Nigga
Got my handle right
I got a Homie doing life
For moving china
White
I Got the
Weed burning
Slow
Just like
Some
Candle lights
And These bitches
Is thirsty
Get em a can of sprite
Hoss Gotti
Countin money
In the phantom
Fly ballin
Takin trips
He Just Came
From Paris
Arlis
Ridin Through the city
In The Benzo
Brown In The League
They got Him
Ballin In The Inzone
Know Me
Know Im puttin beats
Up in the casket
C.B and Mac 11
Pros Getting Baskets
T.T And Face
Pro Too
They getting Baskets
Strong On The Block
Like Shaq With The Magic
Moral of The Story
Chase Ya Dreams
You Can Have It
Im just puttin
Words to the picture
Like a caption
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Taylor
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