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LET ME COOK
OKAY FINE
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Krabs went around with a chopstick
He just wanna pop shit, he might get ya block hit, wait
Red dot, pick 'em like a locksmith
Make him drop quick like a bitch on some thot shit
You would think we coughin', masked up sick with the shits
With the way we had to lock in
Not top 5, not top 10, won't pass it, no Stockton
My hood look like Compton
We let bullets fly in this bitch
Got murder ties in this bitch
Look, some will die in this bitch
It's a homicide if you hit
I got real mob ties, no Drake shit, no reference tracks, ain't no fake shit
It get dangerous, they spraying the streets like cleaning the pavement
I swear the violence contagious
I keep my eye on the payments
I keep my mind in a place where I can unwind and just blaze it
Swears it's amazing, I sold more product than Macy's
I hit yo man on the run like I'm Brady
Fuck you, pay me, bitch
This my shit, let's get high, let me cook, let it ride
This a hit, it's a vibe, we outside
Grab the 9, watch 'em miss, if he slide
Said he hit, it's a lie, drop a diss
Out of ten, not even five, this beef ain't alive
You might have a little bit of this and that
I got a whole lotta money in the trap
Even more coming from the music, selling these tracks like crack
Baby, check on my Mac, I got more than a couple stashed
Know I gotta double that, drop some weight
Knowing Plankton can't rebuttal that
Duffle bag, move around, money gotta funnel that, hold up
I get you whacked in the street, no STD
If you find a krab in your sheets, won't blast at yo feet
You think they cheering, it look like they laughing to me
You ain't really ballin', bitch, you ain't no Master P
You ain't attacking the beat
Where is my suit? It ain't gotta be super, you lacking the heat
Look, I can't have a hoe, Slytherin on my wand, get my Hogwarts
I just wanna nut up on her face, on her contour
Ooh, she French, then I hit her with a "bonjour"
Spongy like Al-Qaeda, what he dropping bombs for?
If I hit 'em with a spray, it isn't time for it
Got 'em like Spongy, what you fuckin' on my mom for?
Sorry, had to give her what she longed for, ooh
This my shit, let's get high, let me cook, let it ride
This a hit, it's a vibe, we outside
Grab the 9, watch 'em miss, if he slide
Said he hit, it's a lie, drop a diss
Out of ten, not even five, this beef ain't alive