cookin pie ft. couchluckas Lyrics

And I can fly with my

And I can fly with my

And I get high with my

Fuck around and turn her up

Yeah, she like that freaky stuff

I just popped a bitch, she bending over

Yeah, we finna fuck

Fuck around and mix it up

Chemistry all in my cup

I just like that simple stuff

Coping with a little rum

Boy, you just a fucking bum

Riding with no fucking buns

Up a blicky on a nigga

Make him run Forest run

Gotta go and ditch the guns

In LA, don't tell no one

Shh, please don't tell no one

I'm quiet, finna smoke me some

Finna smoke me some

Till my brain get numb

Taking bongs hits

Straight to the face

Like I ain't got no lungs

Counting all my deads

I mean counting ones

Laid up in the bed

Yeah, I love it when she using tongue

K9!

Bitches with kids tryna fuck with me

Cause in they eyes, I'm a father figure

Baby girl, I'm a soldier

I'ma ride out even in the winter

Paint it red, my stick thinner

Steam her hams and I fuckin skinner

Erase a nigga like acetone

Pussy nigga, better watch ya tone

Beg for my energy, get a loan

Me and fake niggas don't get along

Now they tryna play on my phone

I'm the realest fucking nigga out here

Ain't no shit to overhear

I'm the master puppeteer

Three sticks, musketeer

Be the nigga, that you fear

Got me smiling ear to ear

Reign the Romans with the spear

He in headlights like a deer

Freaky ass nigga, don't play with me

Free your mind, now you hate on me

Breed my bitch and you make her bleed

We the farmers and we plant the seed

Good dick finna make her plead

Baby, I got what you need

Let me ask you something

Who are you without the pussy

Every jar ain't got a cookie

Eiffel Tower and I boogie woogie

I like my pussy fully grown

You fucking with pussy that's pre-owned

Yeah, lil' fuck nigga got dethroned

The death of yo' ass just postponed

I'm a dog from the other side of the spectrum

Pick a bitch, get in my ride

Just to get some neck from

Interject, disrespect where I get yo' ex from

Chasing after dick like the bitch look for breadcrumbs

Finger in her ass

Can't you tell I got two thumbs

Mad as hell, can't you tell

Pussy, I got two guns

I be R with the truth

Where I get my loot from

You think I ain't know the truth

Bitch, you must be too dumb

And this nigga fucking you

Can't even make you cum

Nigga begging for my sloppy seconds

Only carry round lethal weapons

Drop two niggas like nine-11

Need to find God, bitch, I'm a reverend

This man irrelevant

No speech impediment

No real development, a black embarrassment

Revamp the testament

I'm in my element

Ain't got a sentiment

Yuh, yuh, fucking up shit

Call of duty, running, gunning this shit

Cute ass nigga, I be stunning and shit

Had a plan, I be cunning and shit