Cookie Drip Lyrics

Hand me the blunt

We smoking weed on the couch

Jb brought the trees

And he pulled it out the pouch

Need me some weed

Or I'm acting the grouch

Know them boys is always hating Because they know what we about

Free cookie drip

I ain't paid, it's on the house

And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route

Stop acting shy

Put that pussy on my mouth

Bitch I'm cool on my own

So I'm never chasing clout

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

Got to get me that bag

And every time I come around They say I'm acting different

Probably because I leveled up

They know I'm about to get it

I shoot from 30 feet back and it still swishes

I could have my old girl back and still get kisses

Yea

But I think that'd be a cop out

I ain't really down because it's summer time, drops out

That means all the bops out

Pretty women popped out

As soon as I hopped out

And when I'm gone, it's just a see you later

I'm going to die with diamonds on

I never needed paper

Bro, we just fucked once

I don't need to date her

Money make the world go round

It's still fuck the paper

I'll be around when the duty calls

I ain't ever tripping off them mother fucking booty calls

Yo I got to keep it true with you all

If you ain't down to stand up

I couldn't be cool with you all

On the path you got to keep it focused

Got to stay cool

Got to stay smooth like lotion

Ay got to keep the soda pouring

Water getting choppy, but you got to keep the motor rowing

Hand me the blunt

We smoking weed on the couch

Jb brought the trees

And he pulled it out the pouch

Need me some weed

Or I'm acting like the grouch

Know them boys is always hating

Because they know what we about

Free cookie drip

I ain't paid, it's on the house

And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route

Stop acting shy

Put that pussy on my mouth

Bitch I'm cool on my own

So I'm never chasing clout

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

Got to get me that bag

Verse two

Now I got it popping in the room

Girl I hit it from the back, so I hope you coming soon

Room start to spin from the drinks that we consumed

And the weed too loud, think it hit a sonic boom

Things get sticky like a mother fucking centerfold

I could feel the changes

Bro I feel them in my ventricles

Yo I'm shooting for celestials

I'm sitting in the driver seat

That's why it got leather holes

White tee with them red eyes

Know I bring the gas so that's why the motor red line

Yea I had to get my head right

If you ain't down to ride, better take your ass to bed time

Big lungs, you ain't even choke

Made love first night, you ain't take it slow

Nerf gun how I left her soaked

Got ghost, two months, still haven't spoke

Keep it moving like some golden spokes

Third eye wide

Right, you ain't even woke

Watch your back, hoes stealing souls

Poof, you ain't even know

Hand me the blunt

We smoking weed on the couch

Jb brought the trees

And he pulled it out the pouch

Need me some weed

Or I'm acting like the grouch

Know them boys is always hating

Because they know what we about

Free cookie drip

I ain't paid, it's on the house

And the only time we stopped is when it's money on the route

Stop acting shy

Put the pussy in my mouth

Bitch I'm cool on my own

So I'm never chasing clout

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

'Bout to go to work

B 'bout to go to work

Got to get me that bag