Cook Up
[Verse 1: Lonely Rich]
Cook my heat up in the stu
My separations nothing
Been dropping bars since I found my flow
Produced on the low, my goals to blow, damn
Run down on yo bitch, god damn
Slide back to the crib, god damn
Let the bass kick in, god damn
Let the bass kick in, god damn
Turn a beat out like a dyke bitch
I’ll bite back cause them niggas won’t type this
I rap fast cause I do what I want bitch
CMA, my team gon fight bitch
She ride dick, doing tricks, bmx shit
Do it while I type this, my life’s tragic
No I’m not racist, fuckin with a white bitch
Keep my verse raw like a demon in the flesh, god damn
Free LBuckz out of the pen
Give my mans a pad and pen
Learn from me, keep ya music raw
Not a MP3, that’s a .WAV, no flaws
Tote a pole off alcohol
The plug so fye we’ve done it all
Run down on us expect a 9 to the face
Got a .40 in the rafe, shoo
All my niggas (they blast too)
Bomb the Audi (out no roof)
Matte black rims to (match the shoes)
Put them on the (Bentley Coupe)
If me and Savior (don’t know you)
Call up Tenet (with the tool)
Then we dash off (to the stu)
Write a song we (makin moves)
[Verse 2: Tenet]
Stash the cash and make em, BOOM