The Cook Up Lyrics

Hey, you say you really

A get active out your body

N**** pull up street smart

N**** bought a chop and

Picked a book up

S*** a happen fast you'll be

Dead before you look up

Make a n**** strip look

At the ground just like a

Push up, come and stop

And shop, park at the sign

I got the hook up, we be in

Them gators, different

Flavors like a cook up

Guaranteed to show out

N**** you should come

And book us, the ops they

Don't go out guess we got

Them n***** shook up

Police got to search we make

It hard for them to cook us

Go and get that bag all by

Ourselves we gotta push us

B O A B E N T you n*****

Better ask about, young

Wild n***** they be

Rapping with they chest out

I don't mind the hating that

S*** only bring the best out

We been getting money it ain't

Really s*** to stress about

I might get a chain with

A op name and put a skull

On it, n***** want me dead

Tell them come head and

Put a dub on it, I'm a buy

Some land up in my hood

And put a club on it, water

Around my neck and my next

Rope might have a tub on it

It's no limit to this s*** like

Master P I got the hook up

We baby these n***** that's

Why when they see us they

Look up, if you ain't heard

Of the bank better get on

Google and look up, say you

Something you ain't and now

Got to come prove it to us

I'm the focus but my name

Should've been mister don't

Give two f****, my brothers

With me so them b*****

Better come with two plus

My balls big cause God

Gave me two Spaldin's

For two nuts and she loving

The crew like the weekend

Cause she know the crew cut

Promoters on our heads say

B*NQ B*YZ hot we got to

Book them, so we brought

Them bullies out to the party

You know we took them

He ain't give us our change

Until we turned him upside

Down and shook him we all

About Benjamin's and that's

Why we can't f*** with B*****

These n***** p*****

We pros so we can't f***

With rookies, I'll put a n****

In a headlock and give him

A noggie, I ain't Mitch but

I'm getting rich like I f***

With Ace Boogie, rest in peace

Tr*yvon M*rtin, you won't

Kill me in this grey hoodie

They say that we live to die

But n**** I ain't dying

Before they put me under

N***** I'm a do the crime

Rolling through a n****

Hood with bro ski he a

Slime they say turn the

City up n**** this our time

Hop up in that bag, I'll beat

Your a** don't need no iron

Trying to stack that money

Up don't need to waste no time

Catch me up in traffic with

A h** don't cross that line

We with another b**** she

In the back snorting that line

Focused on this rap and

The streets damn it's hard

Been around them killers

Since I jumped off the porch

Everybody hang with me

Better wear that B*** boy

On they shirt and if they go

Against it they gone get

Put in the dirt

I don't want to have to do it

But I put the bank first you

Can't ride the wave cause

Your a** gone sink first

I'm steady making plays

Switching lanes in that vert

I'm posted with the gang

And the gang stay alert

First time I ever had

A band was at fifteen

I had money before p****

N**** wet dream

Only motto for me is to get

Green never turn green

If I wasn't rapping then

Now I'd never be seen look

Like I'm invisible, just like

A fein off that fen s*** can

Get critical, I can't keep

F****** with a bad b****

With no principles that s***

Getting too typical b****

Can't even clean her house

At the minimum, that's crazy

If I ever do a turn around

I'm a turn that b**** to a

Three eighty, need a little

More so I can bag me a

Mercedes, I been turnt

Lately so the presence

Been shady like a dead beat

Parent they ain't been f******

With they baby

Ha, look, they ain't been

F****** with they baby

Young wild n**** chest

Out about one eighty

B*N Q B O Y Z n*****

That's what made me, I

Dare a n**** try to play me

B O A B E N T you n*****

Better ask about, young

Wild n***** they be rapping

With they chest out

I don't mind the hating that

S*** only bring the best out

We been getting money it ain't

Really s*** to stress about