CaelTheVeggie - Cook Up

I'm talking to Dyl and the crew
While we smoking this blunt
And bro telling me like you
Really inspiring people and stuff
Like you been through a lot dog
It's inspiring watching you work
Chasing your dreams, knowing your worth
Sometimes it seems, life filled with hurt
But long as we got each other
This crew love assured
With that being said, respectfully
Hit this blunt and drop that shit
Cook up the reefer I need me a beaker
This shit is so loud it could blowout a speaker
I got these sticky ass greens on my fingers
I'm tryna smoke and perform in arenas
Make you a believer but no Justin Bieber
My dawgs right behind me play follow the leader
Chill with my crew and take care of my people
Dylan said "Bro just know Woo' already feel you"
And I said okay, respect
Once I get a little more bread, up next
I don't want no foreplay, just head
I'm a menace with the good D, Pat Bev
And Hub rolled a helluva blunt
And we on one helluva run
And we do whatever we want
And we smoke wherever we want
Steadily growing I'm showing y'all you can do anything
Sacrificed everything, Imma grind everyday
I'm talking sticky greens
Tom Brady fifty rings
Making women sing, like a symphony
but initially she wasn't into me
I got the gas and now she want to sin for me
Leave in the morning she just wasn't meant for me
College girl we had some chemistry
Whitened her teeth like I'm practicing dentistry
Blow a lil' smoke and then blow on her face And then blow out my candles
Blowup inevitable like its Thanos
We got a problem, we'll get it handled
Beefing with us we just don't understand 'em
That shit one-sided like 'Bama games
Smoking for peace that we cant attain
Feel like Bruce Banner on gamma rays
She dancing for me don't do renegades
Shocking the world like a Manta ray
Like I'm FAFSA I'll give out financial aid ooh
You gotta prove that your loyal to us
'Til then can't include you in celebrations
Fuck with my art then we owe it to ya
Donate to Woo' it get renovated
Give to my fans make some reparations
Leaf from the stem gotta separate 'em
Smoking' to cope I need meditation I stay medicated
Keep me hella patient showing love to me
I got tickets for you hometown concert you got reservations
I got plans I'm making
I got friends I'm taking on Vacations with me
My battalion on me like they stationed to me
Take my dawgs on tour around the nation with me
They can smoke in every damn location with me
Hella gas and hella celebrations for me
Dyl on the phone asking bro where you at
Slid to my girl's now I'm gassing it coming back
He say damn was she bad, I'm like bro what you think?
Trop in the Dutch I'm a helluva fiend
Cook up the reefer I need me a beaker
This shit is so loud it could blowout a speaker
I got these sticky ass greens on my fingers
I'm tryna smoke and perform in arenas
Make you a believer but no Justin Bieber
My dawgs right behind me play follow the leader
Chill with my crew and take care of my people
Dylan said "Bro just know Woo' already feel you"
Cook up the, cook up the, cook, aye
Aye
Aye
Cook up the uh
Pull up to the game all floor seats woah
Popping up at functions 4 deep woah
Want it they can have it we got free smoke for em
Pull up with the crew don't talk just show em
Woo on the loose, Veggie in tune
Nails done by Rokie she rocking it too
I hit the studio spazz in the booth
I show my old my friends my new shit they look at me crazy be lookin like
"Damn bro thats you?"
I be like yeah
They be like damn
That shit my jam
I be like yeah, world in my hands
It's in my palms, I do my lil dance

Written by:
Cael Rowland

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