Ghost Fried - Cook Up Lyrics

Bro toating on a 30 pull it out that shit like seven foot
Been getting all this treasure cut my hand I'm just like captain hook
He tweakin for that b put on yo mask before you get the book
They kicked em out the trap don't got no plays before he get to cook
Been sliming niggas out might switch the bags before he get to look
They said this nigga savage up that glah and now that nigga shook
He tried to grab my chain so we exchanged and now his life is took
They told me stick to rap I'm to deep in so I had switched to crook
And now I'm in the field
I told lil bro to knock em off then snatch his chain he get the deal
He getting in that mode I see his face when he be off them pills
I taught em how to shoot blow through yo ear he gotta know to kill
But I was in trenches on my ass I couldn't get a meal
Hitting licks I'm doing bad cause I was up ain't have to steal
Ant just like my blood don't need a test I know that nigga real
Get up off yo ass and get some money I can't f*cking fail
Nik really my dawg if I get booked I know she causing hell
Me and drac just did the crime we laughing bout it in the cell
But shout out to big tasj cause that's my twin I know she got our bail
Now I'm back on the streets
They hit em in his head that double clap thought he was in the beef
Made the call and knocked em off I'm not a sarg they call me chief
Backys in the air I can't be sober like my name was Keef
No I'm not wit talking say what's up and you just keep it brief
Rolling up another three point five now I can't f*cking think
It's really f*ck cancer I got a habit so I f*ck wit pink
Glock on wit a hoodie bitch I'm hot so ion f*ck wit mink
She holding on my kids then let em out like it's a f*cking sink
He tried to talk it out but I got mad so all he heard was dink
Lil bro eating ass but ion blame em got a funny kink
Double cup some sprite then add the potion got a funny drink
Just texted all my opps I'm trynna hoop we need to run a link
Just counted up a dub this shit get serious I can't f*cking blink
Purple runts and cookie blunts I got complaints they said it stink
Y'all don't got no motion going down so I just watch it shrink
Damn I'm really tatted hit em up I need some different ink
Don't get in if you scared we dropping opps you gotta take the risk
No ski mask while I'm riding bend the block I'm shooting out the fish
Spinning everyday like it's a game and I just bought the disc
Glock in at the party break it down cause they just do a frisk
My brody hate them niggas trynna slide he shooting at the bricks
If ion got a lo I know the V we shooting at the whips
Striker by the boys take off my mask I had to salute the vic's
No this not a kia told bro to chill cause he don't gotta trip
He was talking crazy felt that heat now he can't move his lip
If you ever see me I'm not lacking know I keep a clip
30 rounds 100 sounds I let it off I gotta dip
We the winning team like every season I done got a chip
Nigga we the winning team cashboyz
Backseat boyz
Gsb nigga
Real hats we the winning team nigga we got the chip every year nigga