paroles de chanson Cook Up - Lil Gotit

Zone six nigga, Pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
Hood talk, alright

Trunk in the front, this ain't no ordinary engine
Need all the money, yeah, I want all the blue benjis
Car outside runnin', yeah, this speed have no limit
My racks is strong, my appearance have attention
These racks gettin' long, fifty on me, not no ten shit
Don't call my phone, I don't got no business with you
Big house not long, got our vibes makin' visuals (big house)
Bust down two-tone,
Put one them on your head, they get you (dust down)
This no cappin', catch the static (uh)
Got your ho she doin' the nasty
Uzi came, we ridin' on benches (Uzi got it)
Uzi game, might shoot out benches
If it's slime over here, play nasty (slime)
Shooters in your bushes campin' (brrr)
All my chains, they Michael Jackson
Your diamonds, they look like plastic
Tryna reach for my shit, take your chances (lets go, lets go)
Riches leave 'em where he standin' (yeah)
Paid all cash, I'm not rentin'
What's in the stash? I got plenty
Chanel bag hold that stick
And my slimes up they blicky
Half a million, oh, I'm leading (yeah)
Got they face lookin' shitty
Crazy bitch, get out of my face, you vegan (lets go)
Went put rose gold pures in the ten
Bitch boy ain't gon' slide, he chicken
Red and green beams on Glock, no Christmas
Southside Nechie with me, yeah, he crippin'
Go and tie your shoes, lil' boy, you trippin'
Going all the way up, this beginning
Build this shit up, I ain't talking 'bout bridges
Talk too much so his face got stitches
Time to cook up, put Pyrex in the kitchen
Talk to my dog, we ain't fightin' 'bout bitches
It's not hi-tech, time to listen
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, I pissed
Just come and test who gon' be the richest
Might pop Perc just to get me a feeling
Now I get racks but I came from stealin'
They scared of beefing 'cause that shit forbidden
We don't talk, shit ain't gon' shake the building
He say he tryna take my spot, oh really?
Can't get no cover on the millions
Steak and shrimp, oh yeah, we livin'
I'm at top floor lookin' over the city
With two french bitches in the bed kiss
Young nigga shit, they better get wit' it

Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)
Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)
Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)