You dont know how to cook

You don't know how to cook, you don't know how to fuckin' rookie When you was sellin' gas, I was stackin' up my cookies I was still gettin' busy, even at the 12 booklet When I walk up in the track, we can say, sookie, sookie Ayy, I ball up with this BM, tossin' packs on the weekend Get the word from a deacon, bag full, see a pecan I was still testin' plays, when I hit it from the bag Ain't nobody know shorty, till I put it on the mag Charged up, then left, now the bitch want me back Too late, got a bestie, big head in my lap Switch on the G-Lock, that's an asthma attack Put his face on the wall, like a plasma tank Go to ATL with work, they say that my clean right I'm an Escobar shaggin', strippin' grits for a bite She act that I serve her aunt, I might whip your tongue bite 1.5 to every 3.5, ain't sure you both right I got a schedule for the fitness, like I see tomorrow night Smoke with me like dynamite, how I came up, I timed it right I'm a one man band, 50-50 on the grams Jay and Barton in the band, here I come, Maryland You don't know how to cook, you a motherfuckin' rookie When you was sellin' gas, I was stackin' up my cookies I was still gettin' busy, even at the 12 booklet When I walk up in the track, we can say, sookie, sookie Talk some pats on the weekend, get the word from a D game Bag full, see a pecan, I be still touchin' plays When I hit her from the back, ain't nobody know shorty Till I put her on the mat