Drakeo The Ruler, Ralfy the Plug - Cookie Pack lyrics

Put that thing in that thing
Cock back clips and reload
You heard what happened to the
Last nigga tryna be Debo? Kurt Angle
Got Mei Ling and Su Yung in a headlock
Jimmy Choos, which one
You want a face or a headshot?
Mob sticks in the car
Finna knock his dreads off wall to wall
The beat slappin' like I'm playin' handball
In the jungle
I'm a Grizzly like I'm Zack Randolph
Fifty shots out the Bentley
Let's see if his head strong
They like, "Drakeo
Why you do that? You know you dead wrong"
"He had his whole career ahead of
Him, " when he died, it was bread crumbs
When the the 40 ounce hit him
Outside he left red rum oh my God, Jesus
What did they do to my grandson? (Shit)
I think you need to speak a little louder
Beef with his beef
We turned that to clam chowder
If you don't got no money
You can't buy no man power this chopper
It just had a nigga stuck for ten hours
We are not the same, I don't know niggas
Have him swimmin' with the
Sharks like goldfishes
Two chops, named 'em "Rocky" and "Bullwinkle"
Grim reaper, street sweeper
I'm a soul snatcher
Heard they givin' out deals
On the toe taggin'
Hit stick, this a blitz, I'm like go Madden
In this year, '21, they for sure rattin'
Oh that's your friend, you don't care
Start a GoFundMe

Motorcader shooter
Drums on the table bulletproof
Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras
Put a hoodie on
Tricky dance moves, psychedelic
Get yo' boogie on
Rap beef gone in the wind, he's a cookie pack
(Shit, nigga) we ain't going back and forth
He's a rookie rapper (Nigga)
That beef gone in the wind
He's a cookie pack

Yeah, he's a tattoo
Mouth runnin' like a bitch
That's what rats do
Chopsticks, mop sticks, nigga, start cleanin'
Made him strip from a stick
Long as Shaq' shoe (Sheesh)
That's a ad-lib i catch you squeakin'
I'ma cut off his rat tail
I'm from the Stinc Team
We bought all the racks in
Just 'cause it sunny up in Cali
It ain't that sweet
You out of town niggas better pay y'all taxes
Three thousand blues stuffed in the mattress
You Heath Ledger and we all
Know how that went
Three hundred thousand in the duffle
Do a backflip

Motorcader shooter
Drums on the table bulletproof
Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras
Put a hoodie on
Tricky dance moves, psychedelic
Get yo' boogie on
Rap beef gone in the wind, he's a cookie pack
(Shit, nigga) we ain't going back and forth
He's a rookie rapper (Nigga)
That beef gone in the wind
He's a cookie pack

Another opp dead, turn a nigga to cookie pack
We gettin' money
You still broke wit' your rookie ass
Niggas get shot in the face for lookin' mad
I asked her for some money and
She went in her hooker bag
I'm like the cashier the way
A nigga took her cash
I'm the truth in the booth, I cook up fast
In the county I went from door
To door and whoopin' ass niggas like
"Can I get some Plug pack? That shit be gas"
That's a XD-40 with extended mag
I want a Bentley, yo' dream car just a Jag'
Mob ties to the word and he'll get whacked
It's like he wear a fresh cut
To school how he'll get smacked (Uh)

Motorcader shooter
Drums on the table bulletproof
Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras
Put a hoodie on
Tricky dance moves, psychedelic
Get yo' boogie on
Rap beef gone in the wind, he's a cookie pack
(Shit, nigga) we ain't going back and forth
He's a rookie rapper (Nigga)
That beef gone in the wind
He's a cookie pack