Cooks

40 countin' two fists if I hear a nigga murmur Only cooks that I smoke is the blues or peanut butter Niggas thinkin' I'm a foe that make diamonds cut from pressure Runnin' off with a bag, I don't think he know no better Perk got me spinnin' round, scratchin' like a broken record White bitch want me to hit her from the back and call her nigga We can't anime and chill, I'm finna feel her through the filler I just bust it in her mouth, you a faggot if you kiss her I be lyin' to my mom, she know exactly how I live I just touch a lot of money, then I go back to the crib If I drop another song, they gon' copy me again It's a thousand dollar pop, it look sexy when it fizz In the trap with JC, off a five, we split ten Up a bag, me and Dive used to go half on a ten Niggas down, two bodies, and they not tryna spin Tell a bro to keep his party, tryna snatch him from his kid Droppin' fire on these niggas, they like King, you gotta chill Got him tooled with my bro, he be aggressive off the pills I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal Niggas still bippin' cars and they callin' at the field Got a cycle full of squares, ain't nobody scared of y'all Way I'm steppin' through the city, niggas scared to pick me off F*ck his five thousand dollars, I'ma need a fifty, boy Niggas think they fuckin' with me, niggas smokin' fentanyl I be tryna get a bag, nigga, I don't barely rap Everybody follow King, think I got the gift of God I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag You was broke in 2020, EDD saved your ass I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal Niggas still bippin' cars and they callin' at the field Got a cycle full of squares, ain't nobody scared of y'all Way I'm steppin' through the city, niggas scared to pick me off F*ck his five thousand dollars, I'ma need a fifty, boy Niggas think they fuckin' with me, niggas smokin' fentanyl I be tryna get a bag, nigga, I don't barely rap Everybody follow King, think I got the gift of God I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag You was broke in 2020, EDD saved your ass I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal