LET ME COOK!

So, like, you really gon' hop on just a fuckin' beat, bro Yeah bro You're fuckin' crazy. Well, fuck it Donyell got the fuckin' racks Today we gettin' bent, huh, blowin' up like fent I'm a NBA nigga, in my head I got a dent I'm in the yo', you in the bed Pressed, wake up, nigga, I said Stay true, say tuned, no fed Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, nigga You know it's that blur, yeah Ayy, I don't need no beat I just need the beat to be hard, yeah I'm just in this bitch, I'm cookin' Can you see the shit I'm cookin' Well, yeah Ayy, nigga, let me cook ayy Ayy, nigga, let me cook Ayy, see your bitch been wildin', huh Your bitch, she get took yeah Open up the book, yeah It's understood, yeah I don't tote the Glock, but if you sliding turn it up Huh, nigga, let me cook Ayy, nigga, let me cook Huh, see your bitch been wildin', huh Your bitch, she get took yeah Open up the book, ayy, yeah It's understood, yeah I don't tote the Glockie, but you sliding turn it up, yeah Ayy, a nigga go harder, I'm feelin' like Wayne I don't want diamonds, I want a chain I want it gold let's keep it plain I'ma stay sober fuck Mary Jane, yeah, yeah, yeah Rizzing these tracks like pro with the tools You is bot tryna fit in with fools You see the red and she wanna go drool Ah, yeah, yeah I'ma just be off the motherfuckin' dome Bitch, she just give me dome Bitch, yeah, leave me alone Bitch, I'm just in my zone, yeah I'm just in my zone, yeah Nigga, know that blur , yeah Nigga, what's up, yeah Told you we run turf, yeah, yeah Hello, nigga, huh I don't fuck with niggas, yeah I don't fuck with bitches, yeah I'm just in this bitch too lit Off the liquor, yeah I just like tequila, yeah Shawty, she a eater, yeah I'm not X, nigga I really scream, I'm gon' see ya, yeah Nigga, I'm gon' bleed ya, yeah I'm just getting racks , yeah I just told these niggas rolling loud Its a pack , yeah Nigga, it's a fact, yeah Nigga, I blow backs, yeah I just blow her back She like, damn, oh, well, sad, yeah I'm just getting bread, yeah Hold on, nigga, go run the beat I'mma turn up, nigga I gotta stop the lil' beat for a minute I get to the motherfuckin' beat like a burner Hold on, nigga, stop the heater, yeah Shawty, you know that she eater, yeah Shawty, you know that she eater Nigga, we pull up in fancy two-seaters Nigga, I pull up in mf mf Ferrari and, nigga Ah, fuck that The song over, bitch Run the fuckin' chorus, bitch Hope nobody woke up from this shit, bro