Pressa - Cook Up lyrics
[Pressa - Cook Up lyrics]
Them niggas funny, huh? Saint Laurent
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never sag
50 bags, catch me in my head he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
He be calling up my name
But he ain't name brand
Cook up dope and shoot a nigga
With the same hand
He's just sitting on his money
Post the same bandz
So I go in for my bros, I got the same dad
I heard you mad well here's a cape
Go be superman
Lost her son and now she super sad
Feel like we bring back the dead
The way we bouncin' back
My niggas grab the knife
Soon as the cells are crack
And girls who used to diss
They like my boomerang
Niggas know we winnin' you
Could check the stacks
Louie bag, Chanel Bag
She just want a nigga that can buy that
Them niggas funny, huh? Saint Laurent
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
Wassi shit, wassi shit, we so wassi bitch
40 Glock, skinny nigga, but it fit my ribs
Hit em up
Niggas talking like they with the shit's
Bitch niggas
He get caught and now he explainin' shit
Rainy days, fishy whip, and we slide
We drift
Lil' nigga, stash his gun I got a rusty fit
Fam please don't trip
Fuck around get the surgeon
Diamonds lit, piece look like a pyramid
Clip so long, clip so long
Clip look like a mile
And the feds, they got my name on file
Cookin' dope, sellin' dope
Where they pay the most?
In the scope, call my phone
And it's a trap phone
Them niggas funny, huh? Saint Laurent
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never sag
50 bags, catch me in my head he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
He be calling up my name
But he ain't name brand
Cook up dope and shoot a nigga
With the same hand
He's just sitting on his money
Post the same bandz
So I go in for my bros, I got the same dad
I heard you mad well here's a cape
Go be superman
Lost her son and now she super sad
Feel like we bring back the dead
The way we bouncin' back
My niggas grab the knife
Soon as the cells are crack
And girls who used to diss
They like my boomerang
Niggas know we winnin' you
Could check the stacks
Louie bag, Chanel Bag
She just want a nigga that can buy that
Them niggas funny, huh? Saint Laurent
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
Wassi shit, wassi shit, we so wassi bitch
40 Glock, skinny nigga, but it fit my ribs
Hit em up
Niggas talking like they with the shit's
Bitch niggas
He get caught and now he explainin' shit
Rainy days, fishy whip, and we slide
We drift
Lil' nigga, stash his gun I got a rusty fit
Fam please don't trip
Fuck around get the surgeon
Diamonds lit, piece look like a pyramid
Clip so long, clip so long
Clip look like a mile
And the feds, they got my name on file
Cookin' dope, sellin' dope
Where they pay the most?
In the scope, call my phone
And it's a trap phone
Them niggas funny, huh? Saint Laurent
What's them niggas on? Hella large
Small circle don't do hexagons
Cookie Jar, I need that bread
I need that croissant
What you want? I'm sellin' shit
Just like Uncle Toms
30 Glock, on my waist, my pants'll never fall
50 bags, catch me in my hood he got a tag
38, in my pocket I better never jam
Mercedes Benz
Came with sensors better never crash
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