Cooks Lyrics

40 countin' two fists if I hear a nigga murmur

Only cooks that I smoke is the blues or peanut butter

Niggas thinkin' I'm a foe that make diamonds cut from pressure

Runnin' off with a bag, I don't think he know no better

Perk got me spinnin' round, scratchin' like a broken record

White bitch want me to hit her from the back and call her nigga

We can't anime and chill, I'm finna feel her through the filler

I just bust it in her mouth, you a faggot if you kiss her

I be lyin' to my mom, she know exactly how I live

I just touch a lot of money, then I go back to the crib

If I drop another song, they gon' copy me again

It's a thousand dollar pop, it look sexy when it fizz

In the trap with JC, off a five, we split ten

Up a bag, me and Dive used to go half on a ten

Niggas down, two bodies, and they not tryna spin

Tell a bro to keep his party, tryna snatch him from his kid

Droppin' fire on these niggas, they like

King, you gotta chill

Got him tooled with my bro, he be aggressive off the pills

I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal

Niggas still bippin' cars and they callin' at the field

Got a cycle full of squares, ain't nobody scared of y'all

Way I'm steppin' through the city, niggas scared to pick me off

Fuck his five thousand dollars, I'ma need a fifty, boy

Niggas think they fuckin' with me, niggas smokin' fentanyl

I be tryna get a bag, nigga, I don't barely rap

Everybody follow King, think I got the gift of God

I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag

You was broke in 2020, EDD saved your ass

I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal

Niggas still bippin' cars and they callin' at the field

Got a cycle full of squares, ain't nobody scared of y'all

Way I'm steppin' through the city, niggas scared to pick me off

Fuck his five thousand dollars, I'ma need a fifty, boy

Niggas think they fuckin' with me, niggas smokin' fentanyl

I be tryna get a bag, nigga, I don't barely rap

Everybody follow King, think I got the gift of God

I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag

You was broke in 2020, EDD saved your ass

I ain't worried about the suckers, it's a 30 and a mag

I'm a hundred bands, ayy, we got a plan to make a meal