NLM Geno - Cook Up
This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up. This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up.
I’m bouta take off and kill this shit. Cuz I spit the realest shit. And that’s why they feel the shit. Hoes wanna feel the dick. But I’m tryna feel a grip. I’m tryna build like bricks. U tryna waste all my time. I’m tryna pace on my grind. I left some niggaz behind. They hustlin on rewind. I’m outta sight that’s outta mind. Whatcha know about ambition. Breakin work up in the kitchen. I know secrets I won’t mention. Never hear about me snitchin. Never catch a nigga slippin. Slicker than the slickest slicker. Stick to the script like a sticker. This Cognac leaf swisher. I’m flamin the shit up nigga. Brainstorming 6 figures. Why the fuck niggaz don’t get it. I guess these niggaz illiterate most of these niggaz aint serious. Shit got me furious. I’m givin all of these lyrics they don’t comprehend when they hearin it. I’m still gone burry the beat while it’s living that’s womb to the tomb shit I’m tru to my pyramid. That’s still ironic. I don’t rep cinco. Unos dos and trios them fingers my lingo. Aye. My recipe is unorthodox. Pay me for game I got more in stock. I forgot all my edits for radio I’m in the streets fuck the radio. See me like there he go. Where he go. I’m on the move round the way of the go. I been up since like 3 days ago. U niggaz lazy tho. So so fugazy. outta the way I’m gone back to my space like it’s 2008.
This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up. This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up.
I’m tryna whip me a book up. To them dope dealers I had to look up. Ever since Master P had the hook up. I been clockin and my time is took up. Man these rappers they really be shook up. I barely do features this shit worth a brick bruh. Rather run it up trappin n crackin these banks then I’m washin that money legit cuz. U know durty money got a scent bro. Bet not let it get to Uncle Same nose. AyeI was just smokin on hydro. Just surviving the streets of Chicago. Keep in mind I’m wit gang and I’m tied to it. Still got opposite gangs that’ll ride for em. I’m all about money and grind boa. Mr. Get It Campaign shoulda signed for em. But to keep it real it wasn’t time tho. Sometimes u gotta let the shit boil slow. I done raised my credentials to CEO. Nigga u get the net worth I get the gross. That mean u get the lesser i get the most. But it’s raises if u stay eligible. Just make sure that count up is legible. NoLaw allegiance I’m pledging to. My residue evidence medical. My revenue dirty and federal. I got new work on my schedule. My culinary ahead of u. I’m a crook by the book that I cook from. But u love it whenever I cook sumn. I put my foot in it which one. I knew u couldn’t wait till this shit was done.
This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up. This is a cook up. I’m bouta cook up. I got that water. I got that sauce. The seasonin shook up. Wake n bake nigga look up. Yea I got the hook up. Tell em come book up. Bouta take off I’m took up.
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