Cordae — Alaska

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Maddox on the beat
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy cook it up, whip it up faster
Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
I’m getting close to disaster ayy
Boy tell that shit to my pastor
I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
I’m Scottie Pippen but I ball like a Piston
The shotty rippin in a fucked up position

The game is over, my pain is over
You a lame, a joker
You can’t catch me plus my flow is nasty
And my name is vulgar
YBN, go and try again, we be the flyest friends
I do my thing
Plus I pull some strings just like a violin
Let me tell you bout my life and my troubled past
Momma’s car got stolen, took the shuttle pass
Re-up from three bucks, copped the duffle bag
Please bruh off these nuts, go and rush some cash
And now we winning again
My brothers spending a band
My niggas posted on the block, damn I be sinning with friends
I’m chasing twenties, Benjamins, and breaking barriers too
My family rich for generations, I might marry a Jew

Ayy cook it up, whip it up faster
Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
I’m getting close to disaster ayy
Boy tell that shit to my pastor
I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
I’m Scottie Pippen but I ball like a Piston
The shotty rippin in a fucked up position

My lifestyle too wild I know
Everything change with a new high low
Fifty bands, what I cashed in, my show
I got that gas to stay hydro
I’m too great, I don’t have rivals
Niggas be telling speed dial 5-0
Cause these niggas be fake
I’m a winner these days
Motherfuckers be sweet, with a hint of cheesecake
Syrup spilling, coughin’ penicillin
Heads turning walking in the building
Ledge burnin’ often I’m a villain
Was deserted, brought up by some real ones
Had to catch it reckless, was a daily
Momma calling checking on her baby
Took a trip to Texas going crazy
Eating beats for breakfast, I’m elated
I was stressing, blessings on the way
Dropped out, no testing me today
Murder tracks, I bet I beat the case
Red bone she built like LisaRaye
Stack my chips I bought my Frito Lay
I don’t listen what these people say
Fuck a Honda, niggas need a Wraith
Damn the whole team eating great

Ayy cook it up, whip it up faster
Diamonds cold swear that shit from Alaska ayy
I’m getting close to disaster ayy
Boy tell that shit to my pastor
I was flipping, whipping, dipped in the kitchen
These niggas tripping, put the game in submission
I’m Scottie Pippen but I ball like a Piston
The shotty rippin in a fucked up position (ah)