Cook Up lyrics

[Hook]
Them n*ggas funny, huh?
Saint Laurent, What's them n*ggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread, I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' sh*t, just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never sag
50 bags, catch me in my head he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz, came with sensors better never crash

[Verse 1]
He be calling up my name, but he ain't name brand
Cook up dope and shoot a n*gga, with the same hand
He's just sitting on his money, post the same bandz
So I go in for my bros, I got the same dad
I heard you mad well here's a cape, go be superman
[?] lost her son and now she super sad
Feel like we bring back the dead the way we bouncin' back
My n*ggas grab the knife, soon as the cells are crack
And girls who used to diss, they like my boomerang
n*ggas know we winnin' you could check the stacks
Louie bag, Chanel Bag, she just want a n*gga that
Can buy that

[Hook]
Them n*ggas funny, huh?
Saint Laurent, What's them n*ggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread, I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' sh*t, just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz, came with sensors better never crash
[Verse 2]
Wassi sh*t, wassi sh*t, we so wassi b*tch
40 Glock, skinny n*gga, but it fit my ribs
Hit em up, n*ggas talking like they with the sh*ts
b*tch n*ggas, he get caught and now he explainin' sh*t
Rainy days, fishy whip, and we slide, we drift
Lil' n*gga, stash his gun I got a rusty fit
Fam please don't trip, f*ck around get the surgeon
Diamonds lit, piece look like a pyramid
Clip so long, clip so long, clip look like a mile
And the feds, they got my name on file
Cookin' dope, sellin' dope, where they pay the most?
In the scope, call my phone, and it's a trap phone

[Hook]
Them n*ggas funny, huh?
Saint Laurent, What's them n*ggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread, i need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' sh*t, just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz, came with sensors better never crash