Cooked

Fuck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a fuck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks

The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
Fuck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke

She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol
She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know
I send hoes to get the drop on opps and drop the low
This 40 cal could blow your head off, so you best stay low

When we up the score, that's when I do my bop, yeah
Run it up until the top, I'll never stop, yeah
I said, half up on a baby, baby, she said, uh, yeah
And I go by Andy Swervo, I got plenty fans

Vonte, that's my brother, you know that I'll ride for him
If you speak up on my name, you know that you my son
Give a fuck about opp, we don't care about no bum
If you being funny, you'll get rolled up in a blunt

I don't smoke, but I be smoking all up on my opps
He try to run up, brodie got a shot, make em flop
He don't take no pills, but I'ma make that boy pop
He said he could rap, I heard his shit, that boy a flop

Fuck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them
You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them
Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack
Give a fuck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks

The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc
The way I give it to her, if I don't, she'll go berserk
Fuck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked
They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke



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Writer(s): Anderson Caceres
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