Cook Up

I'm talking to Dyl and the crew While we smoking this blunt And bro telling me like you Really inspiring people and stuff Like you been through a lot dog It's inspiring watching you work Chasing your dreams, knowing your worth Sometimes it seems, life filled with hurt But long as we got each other This crew love assured With that being said, respectfully Hit this blunt and drop that shit Cook up the reefer I need me a beaker This shit is so loud it could blowout a speaker I got these sticky ass greens on my fingers I'm tryna smoke and perform in arenas Make you a believer but no Justin Bieber My dawgs right behind me play follow the leader Chill with my crew and take care of my people Dylan said "Bro just know Woo' already feel you" And I said okay, respect Once I get a little more bread, up next I don't want no foreplay, just head I'm a menace with the good D, Pat Bev And Hub rolled a helluva blunt And we on one helluva run And we do whatever we want And we smoke wherever we want Steadily growing I'm showing y'all you can do anything Sacrificed everything, Imma grind everyday I'm talking sticky greens Tom Brady fifty rings Making women sing, like a symphony but initially she wasn't into me I got the gas and now she want to sin for me Leave in the morning she just wasn't meant for me College girl we had some chemistry Whitened her teeth like I'm practicing dentistry Blow a lil' smoke and then blow on her face And then blow out my candles Blowup inevitable like its Thanos We got a problem, we'll get it handled Beefing with us we just don't understand 'em That shit one-sided like 'Bama games Smoking for peace that we cant attain Feel like Bruce Banner on gamma rays She dancing for me don't do renegades Shocking the world like a Manta ray Like I'm FAFSA I'll give out financial aid ooh You gotta prove that your loyal to us 'Til then can't include you in celebrations F*ck with my art then we owe it to ya Donate to Woo' it get renovated Give to my fans make some reparations Leaf from the stem gotta separate 'em Smoking' to cope I need meditation I stay medicated Keep me hella patient showing love to me I got tickets for you hometown concert you got reservations I got plans I'm making I got friends I'm taking on Vacations with me My battalion on me like they stationed to me Take my dawgs on tour around the nation with me They can smoke in every damn location with me Hella gas and hella celebrations for me Dyl on the phone asking bro where you at Slid to my girl's now I'm gassing it coming back He say damn was she bad, I'm like bro what you think? Trop in the Dutch I'm a helluva fiend Cook up the reefer I need me a beaker This shit is so loud it could blowout a speaker I got these sticky ass greens on my fingers I'm tryna smoke and perform in arenas Make you a believer but no Justin Bieber My dawgs right behind me play follow the leader Chill with my crew and take care of my people Dylan said "Bro just know Woo' already feel you" Cook up the, cook up the, cook, aye Aye Aye Cook up the uh Pull up to the game all floor seats woah Popping up at functions 4 deep woah Want it they can have it we got free smoke for em Pull up with the crew don't talk just show em Woo on the loose, Veggie in tune Nails done by Rokie she rocking it too I hit the studio spazz in the booth I show my old my friends my new shit they look at me crazy be lookin like "Damn bro thats you?" I be like yeah They be like damn That shit my jam I be like yeah, world in my hands It's in my palms, I do my lil dance