Shakewell — Cookies

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[Intro]
MTM, hit ’em with the heat[Chorus]
Been pourin’ the Wock’ up, it all that I needed
Lil’ shorty bad and conceited (Okay)
Bitch, I’m the plug, don’t ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree (Yeah)
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain’t kick the cup, where my drink at? (Sip)
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger (Pop-pop, pop)
Been pourin’ the Wock’ up, it all that I needed
Lil’ shorty bad and conceited (Okay)
Bitch, I’m the plug, don’t ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree (Yeah)
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain’t kick the cup, where my drink at? (Sip)
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger (Pop-pop, pop)

[Verse]
Save me the eighth of the indoor
I just keep movin’ ten packs of the outdoor (Sip)
Why you keep askin’ what an ounce for?
If you don’t know me, don’t call on my trap door (No)
Not once a month, bitch, that’s every week (Yeah)
Choppa’s ‘gon play, then I let it scream (Okay)
Spend my green hunnids, got blues on me (I did)
I need a plug on some good OG (Sip)
Send me the play, that’s a good key
I just hit a lick, four hunnid and I’m still lookin’ (I’m still lookin’)
Hunnid off rap and I’m still juugin’
Fam gotta eat, in the kitchen, so I’m still cookin’ (Still cookin’)
Not once a month, bitch that’s every day (Oh no)
XD and Glock .40, let it spray (Yeah)
Kudos gon’ run ’em down, broad day
Have Gun – Will Travel any state (Sip)
I keep propane on me, Hank Hill
Shameless Money, movin’ all them pain pills (Pop-pop, pop)
I pop a thirty, got pain still
Shooters hangin’, bangin’ out the windowsill (Boom-boom, boom!)
Don’t say no name, if you do you get shanked (Pop-pop, pop)
Snitches and triflin’ hoes, shit that I hate
Hoes and them thots, that’s that shit that I love
Slow walk in the bank, I be off all them drugs (Sip)

[Chorus]
Been pourin’ the Wock’ up, it all that I needed
Lil’ shorty bad and conceited (Okay)
Bitch, I’m the plug, don’t ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree (Yeah)
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain’t kick the cup, where my drink at? (Sip)
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger (Pop-pop, pop)
Been pourin’ the Wock’ up, it all that I needed
Lil’ shorty bad and conceited (Okay)
Bitch, I’m the plug, don’t ask what I need (Yeah)
I pick the nugs out the tree
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain’t kick the cup, where my drink at? (Sip)
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bakerman, keep a dozen Ruger (Pop-pop, pop)