YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cook Up lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cook Up lyrics]
Yeah (Dubba-AA flexin')
Yeah, yeah, slime
Dope all on the floor, we cook up for real
Yeah
Lied from the start, you can’t keep it real
Yeah
We show no remorse, play and you get killed
Yeah straight up out the slum, we
Had it hard for real, yeah
(This is the sound)
One and a half in my drank
Diamonds full of closure
Walk in that bitch like I’m lil
Turn up like a soldier
No microwave, grab the pot
I love to work my shoulder
I take advice all from Brianna
She the one who know me
Dirty Diana, keep that hammer
Evеry time we rollin'
Walk up in that bitch, I’m with the shit
Plus I’m a 40 totеr
Keep that urge, I protect to serve
I ain’t got no holster (Uh, uh)
I order five bricks right now
Send them through the Costa
Dropout in the whip with an OG
While he droppin' them blocks off
Got a Glock out, wise
Servin' that dope every time we
Blowin' the block out gang ties
Nation business I’ma live and die by
One biscuit, I’ma order up two chickens
I’ma show ‘em a Popeye we go dumb
Yeah and we be screamin' out "Red rum" yeah
Stickin' on his business, ain’t
Catch yo' tongue, yeah
Lift the AK, he get hung, yeah
I’m retarted on that drank, yeah
They think that I’m dumb, yeah
Dope all on the floor
(Hol' up) , we cook up for real, yeah
Lied from the start, you can’t keep it real
Yeah
We show no remorse, play and you get killed
Yeah straight up out the slum, we
Had it hard for real, yeah
One and a half in my drank
Diamonds full of closure
Walk in that bitch like I’m lil
Turn up like a soldier
No microwave, grab the pot
I love to work my shoulder
I take advice all from Brianna
She the one who know me oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, slime
Dope all on the floor, we cook up for real
Yeah
Lied from the start, you can’t keep it real
Yeah
We show no remorse, play and you get killed
Yeah straight up out the slum, we
Had it hard for real, yeah
(This is the sound)
One and a half in my drank
Diamonds full of closure
Walk in that bitch like I’m lil
Turn up like a soldier
No microwave, grab the pot
I love to work my shoulder
I take advice all from Brianna
She the one who know me
Dirty Diana, keep that hammer
Evеry time we rollin'
Walk up in that bitch, I’m with the shit
Plus I’m a 40 totеr
Keep that urge, I protect to serve
I ain’t got no holster (Uh, uh)
I order five bricks right now
Send them through the Costa
Dropout in the whip with an OG
While he droppin' them blocks off
Got a Glock out, wise
Servin' that dope every time we
Blowin' the block out gang ties
Nation business I’ma live and die by
One biscuit, I’ma order up two chickens
I’ma show ‘em a Popeye we go dumb
Yeah and we be screamin' out "Red rum" yeah
Stickin' on his business, ain’t
Catch yo' tongue, yeah
Lift the AK, he get hung, yeah
I’m retarted on that drank, yeah
They think that I’m dumb, yeah
Dope all on the floor
(Hol' up) , we cook up for real, yeah
Lied from the start, you can’t keep it real
Yeah
We show no remorse, play and you get killed
Yeah straight up out the slum, we
Had it hard for real, yeah
One and a half in my drank
Diamonds full of closure
Walk in that bitch like I’m lil
Turn up like a soldier
No microwave, grab the pot
I love to work my shoulder
I take advice all from Brianna
She the one who know me oh, oh, oh