Текст песни Wake Up & Cook Up - Quavo , Zaytoven , 2 Chainz

Zaytoven, Yeah
Trap holizay,
Migos
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ′em tadpoles

You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

I got a (What you got Qua?)
Appointment set up with your bae
I got a bitch from the Bay
I got a truck out your bay
She telling me give her a taste
I put that dick on her face
I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
Pull up and I set up shop

She drinking that shit by the shots
Stunt on the block, same spot
Pull up and cannot deny
Niggas out here straight pie
If you hanging with a group of guys
Better make sure they gon' ride
I pull up like ¿cómo estás?

None of your traps exist, nigga
Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
That ain′t making my dick bigger
Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
Look at your unc with that itch
Pop that, a nigga won't twitch
Am I the real poppa, the fake lookin' ones in prison
They gon′ say "I ain′t said that shit man"

Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up, yeah
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles

You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

30 rounds and the clip clear
Make Q and the Drako french kiss
Can′t stand a dirty kitchen
Broke up with my mistress
Took the fork and I bent it
Had a Panamera on Emiss
5 wood issue pretty
Steal a heart away like penny
Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I'm scraping the bowl
Momma depend on and I ain′t got kids
I gotta make it back home

One phonecall'll get you killed
I ain′t even gotta scroll
Had apartment with no furniture
But at least it had a stove
Turned on at the whitewater
'Bout to get this splash on
Other day I walked into Gucci
Told them folks that I'm back home
Got the city on my backbone
Black on like C Bone
Money calling, check the ringtone
Phil Jackson with the rings on

Yeah
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up

Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Them niggas is so small, we call ′em tadpoles
You wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up
Wake up and cook up