Cooking it

I'm cookin' I'm cookin'
Savage, give me turnt, nigga
I'm cookin' H-Bank's on the track
I'm cookin', cookin' it,
Cookin' it, cookin' it
Whippin' it, whippin' it, whippin' it
Back to back, how I'm flippin' it
Never, never, ever drippin', man

Double cup, how I'm sippin' it
Just a few of my prescriptions
Roll one for my mood swings
Ain't got time for no mood swings

Bitch, I love how I do things
Chains hang like suit strings
Get money, can't count it up
Get money, what you doubting us
Get money, and stay fried

I was born to ride or die
Phone ring and I don't pick it up
A bitch calls and I pick it up
She's gon' get that work
She's gon' get that work, ooh, ooh

Hit that bitch real hard
Said that shit hurt, ooh, ooh
I done seen it enough
Nigga, I done seen it all
I just want ball
I just wanna shine like a star

Need me a crib with a car
Man, I came from the bottom
And not lookin' back
Been a long time since I was cookin' that
Vans white and the roofs are black
They throwin' shots and I'm shootin' back

Don't give a fuck about who I clap
Be like, oh, damn, man, ooh, he snap
What's his name? Like, who is that?
Oh, right there, that's Solo Jack

Been goin' hard for a couple years
Broke some heart and I shed some tears
Hustle hard just to get me here
Y'all niggas better be aware

Young black nigga and I'm cocky
On this rate, can't no one stop me
Give me head and make it sloppy
She look up like, gotcha, poppy

They just wanna stop my hustle
And, nigga, I'm just tryna go hard
Nigga, I done seen it come up
And they be tryna thinkin' I'ma fall

Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it

Drop the top, my chains out
Bad girl, her ass out
I hit the bank, I cash out
Hit the dash, I max out

Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it
Cookin' it, cookin' it, cookin' it

Ah, top-down, the guns out
Fuck around, hear the guns sound
You see me, I'm rolling out
bust the guns, until im all out

All my niggas got the guns out
They're used to that gun sound
We around that north side
We wheelin' round that block now

Now I'm dancing like Chris Brown
We whipping it, we cooking it
Pop bands for the fuck of it
We get it back, we ain't stressing it

New whip and a new chick
The new clips and a new lick
Free smoke for a fuckboy
She's always on that dumb shit

I'm on the field boy
You on the block boy
Switching whips boy
Taking trips boy
You were never tough
Don't flex boy
Take your new chick
And give her back boy

We don't pull up talk
We don't talk boy
All my niggas wild
We just spark boy