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Alamo Records - Cook Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Zone six nigga, pyrex whipper (Pyrex)
Hood talk
Alright

[Verse]
Trunk in the front, this ain't no ordinary engine
Need all the money, yeah, I want all the blue benjis
Car outside runnin’, yeah, this speed have no limit
My racks is strong, my appearance have attention
These racks gettin' long, fifty on me, not no ten shit
Don't call my phone, I don’t got no business with you
Big house and lawn, got our vibes makin' visuals
Bust down two-tone, put one them on your head, they get you
This no cappin', catch the static
Got your ho she doin' the nasty
Uzi came, we ridin' on benches
Uzi game, might shoot out benches
If it's slime over here, play nasty
Shooters in your bushes campin'
All my chains, they Michael Jackson
Your diamonds, they look like plastic
Tryna reach for my shit, take your chances
Riches leave 'em where he standin’
Paid all cash, I’m not rentin'
What’s in the stash? I got plenty
Chanel bag hold that sticky
And my slimes up the blicky
Half a million, oh, I'm leading
Got they face lookin' shitty
Crazy bitch, get out of my face, you vicky
Wanna put rose gold pures in the [?]
Bitch boy ain't gon’ slide, he chicken
Red and green beams on Glock, no Christmas
Southside Nechie with me, yeah, he crippin'
Go and tie your shoes, lil' boy, you trippin'
Going all the way up, this beginning
Build this shit up, I ain't talking 'bout bridges
Talk too much so his face got stitches
Time to cook up, put [?] in the kitchen
Talk to my dog, we ain't fightin' 'bout bitches
It's not hi-tech, time to listen
Yellow diamonds on my wrist, I pissed it
Just come and test who gon' be the richest
Might pop a Perc just to get me a feeling
Now I get racks but I came from stealin'
They scared of beefing 'cause that shit forbidden
We don't talk, [?] gon' shake the building
He say he tryna take my spot, oh really?
Can't get no cover on the millions
Steak and shrimp, oh yeah, we livin'
I'm at top floor lookin' over the city
With two french bitches in the bed kissin'
Young nigga shit, they better get wit' it
[Outro]
Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)
Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)
Hood, baby (Drip)
Hood, baby (Kill 'em)