THE COOK UP

Ain't no fuckin' janitor, my brodie got that mop
 She just wanna ride, I tell lil' shorty, "Get on top"
 Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cots
 We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop
 Ayy
 Ayy
 Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (hey)
 Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (hey)
 Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
 I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (ooh)
 Apron, all my homies steady apin' (apin')
 Bangin' on my chest
 Where the camera? Baby, tape this (ayy)
 She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred (sacred)
 But she said that Russell finna break it
 I got enemies everywhere that got jealousy issues (jealousy issues)
 Heard you said some shit 'bout me, your homies better be with you (better be with you)
 I don't pay like every dude, man, I'm already official
 Shorty ass hella big, super heavy with dimples, ayy
 Ain't no fuckin' janitor, my brodie got that mop
 She just wanna ride, I tell lil' shorty, "Get on top"
 Used to tour in Camry's, all my homies slept on cots
 We was tryna get it, diddy boppin', it don't stop
 (Can't stop, won't stop)
 Harlem shakin' on my block
 I've been on the gettin', baby, I ain't gon' get got
 L-M-F-A-O, laughing throwin' shot, shot, shot, shots
 Russell coming live from the mother fuckin' dot
 Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (hey)
 Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (woo)
 Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
 I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (hey)
 Apron, all my homies steady apin'
 Bangin' on my chest
 Where the camera? Baby, tape this
 She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred (sacred)
 But she said that Russell finna break it
 Look, get low like this, girl
 Get on ride this
 Tell a boy talkin' spicy, "Please, hop off my dick"
 She done said she don't give head, I left like, "Fuck it, I'm sick"
 To my old bitches, I'm grown gettin' more digits
 I be dough splittin', ten toes, pimpin', no slippin'
 Mixin' potion, and boy, I'm smokin' that potent
 And I be give and gettin', but she and her they go with me
 (Richvale) I got it from here, you can tell 'em all, "Relax"
 They comin' through with jokes, but I always had the facts
 Lowkey in the whip, treatin' the highway like a track
 She looked at me and told me, "Bring that shit back"
 You know I
 Cook up in the 'yo, you know it's steady marination (woo)
 Saint Laurent cologne but gelato be my fragrance (hey)
 Him and I rap but there is no further relation (nah)
 I chef up like Ramsay when he puttin' on that apron (ayy)
 Apron, all my homies steady apin' (ayy)
 Bangin' on my chest
 Where the camera? Baby, tape this (tape this)
 She don't get naked for many, she told me her body sacred
 (What she say?) but she said that Russell finna break it, ayy
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 Let that ride out
 Russell fuckin' up them streets
 Sher whippin' up them beats, hey