cookin pie (feat. couchluckas)

And I can fly with my And I can fly with my And I get high with my F*ck around and turn her up Yeah, she like that freaky stuff I just popped a bitch, she bending over Yeah, we finna f*ck F*ck around and mix it up Chemistry all in my cup I just like that simple stuff Coping with a little rum Boy, you just a fucking bum Riding with no fucking buns Up a blicky on a nigga Make him run Forest run Gotta go and ditch the guns In LA, don't tell no one Shh, please don't tell no one I'm quiet, finna smoke me some Finna smoke me some Till my brain get numb Taking bongs hits Straight to the face Like I ain't got no lungs Counting all my deads I mean counting ones Laid up in the bed Yeah, I love it when she using tongue K9! Bitches with kids tryna f*ck with me Cause in they eyes, I'm a father figure Baby girl, I'm a soldier I'ma ride out even in the winter Paint it red, my stick thinner Steam her hams and I fuckin skinner Erase a nigga like acetone Pussy nigga, better watch ya tone Beg for my energy, get a loan Me and fake niggas don't get along Now they tryna play on my phone I'm the realest fucking nigga out here Ain't no shit to overhear I'm the master puppeteer Three sticks, musketeer Be the nigga, that you fear Got me smiling ear to ear Reign the Romans with the spear He in headlights like a deer Freaky ass nigga, don't play with me Free your mind, now you hate on me Breed my bitch and you make her bleed We the farmers and we plant the seed Good dick finna make her plead Baby, I got what you need Let me ask you something Who are you without the pussy Every jar ain't got a cookie Eiffel Tower and I boogie woogie I like my pussy fully grown You fucking with pussy that's pre-owned Yeah, lil' f*ck nigga got dethroned The death of yo' ass just postponed I'm a dog from the other side of the spectrum Pick a bitch, get in my ride Just to get some neck from Interject, disrespect where I get yo' ex from Chasing after dick like the bitch look for breadcrumbs Finger in her ass Can't you tell I got two thumbs Mad as hell, can't you tell Pussy, I got two guns I be R with the truth Where I get my loot from You think I ain't know the truth Bitch, you must be too dumb And this nigga fucking you Can't even make you cum Nigga begging for my sloppy seconds Only carry round lethal weapons Drop two niggas like nine-11 Need to find God, bitch, I'm a reverend This man irrelevant No speech impediment No real development, a black embarrassment Revamp the testament I'm in my element Ain't got a sentiment Yuh, yuh, fucking up shit Call of duty, running, gunning this shit Cute ass nigga, I be stunning and shit Had a plan, I be cunning and shit