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UP COOKIN' SUMN: PART I Video (MV)




Performed By: KiLRAKK
Featuring: CYVNGC, JAY SHUTTLE
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Karlik Butler, Cyvngc ., Jay Shuttle




KiLRAKK - UP COOKIN' SUMN: PART I Lyrics
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[ Featuring CYVNGC, JAY SHUTTLE ]

Me and brodie up in the lab we cookin' up that heat
Everyday you know we gotta get the greens
I cannot hang with these niggas, yeah they be 50
You gotta keep it 100 if you rocking with me
You feel me
If you coming around just keep it a buck
Gotta watch your back, gotta watch who you trust
Gotta go and count the paper, that's a must
So if you ain't talking bout that, you ain't talking bout nun
Yeah, I just want the money, I want funds
Just did a lil math, add it up, got the sum
Now can't you see me and my niggas onto something, so don't play me like I'm dumb
Up to something new, something different, with C Different, or with Jay
Play it safe, shout-out Tae, with BBM we make a play
Pin the map it's North VA
Lemme tell you now it's late
All that lover shit be fake, tryna make a getaway
Tryna do just what it takes, but I'm still gon' have some fun
Finna roll up what I say? Yeah it's time to fry my lungs
With a bad bitch by my waist, I don't really care for nun
To the top we on our way
We can't stop now, bitch you dumb
We can't stop now on the road
Nah, we can't be tripping we gon' do this on our own
Tell me, when's the flight I think it's time I skipped a zone
How we get it, right up to something they ain't know
I be getting high just tryna live out my dreams
And time is passing by, it ain't as real as it seems
By any means, fraud schemes just to get to the cream
Try to live a different life, but it ain't all black and white
Wrong or right, shit is light, when Wolf niggas unite
Give a f*ck bout your muscle, they only respect your hustle
That tough shit for the gangsters, tryna stack me some paper
Cop a crib, own some acres, so I can piss off these haters
Break-down with fam
Breakdown on grams
C been there from the start, kilrakk cook up the parts
Can nothing tear us apart
I bear arms in my paws
But I got love in my heart, we just tryna seek God
(is that a beat by kilrakk?)
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English

Me and brodie up in the lab we cookin' up that heat
Everyday you know we gotta get the greens
I cannot hang with these niggas, yeah they be 50
You gotta keep it 100 if you rocking with me
You feel me
If you coming around just keep it a buck
Gotta watch your back, gotta watch who you trust
Gotta go and count the paper, that's a must
So if you ain't talking bout that, you ain't talking bout nun
Yeah, I just want the money, I want funds
Just did a lil math, add it up, got the sum
Now can't you see me and my niggas onto something, so don't play me like I'm dumb
Up to something new, something different, with C Different, or with Jay
Play it safe, shout-out Tae, with BBM we make a play
Pin the map it's North VA
Lemme tell you now it's late
All that lover shit be fake, tryna make a getaway
Tryna do just what it takes, but I'm still gon' have some fun
Finna roll up what I say? Yeah it's time to fry my lungs
With a bad bitch by my waist, I don't really care for nun
To the top we on our way
We can't stop now, bitch you dumb
We can't stop now on the road
Nah, we can't be tripping we gon' do this on our own
Tell me, when's the flight I think it's time I skipped a zone
How we get it, right up to something they ain't know
I be getting high just tryna live out my dreams
And time is passing by, it ain't as real as it seems
By any means, fraud schemes just to get to the cream
Try to live a different life, but it ain't all black and white
Wrong or right, shit is light, when Wolf niggas unite
Give a f*ck bout your muscle, they only respect your hustle
That tough shit for the gangsters, tryna stack me some paper
Cop a crib, own some acres, so I can piss off these haters
Break-down with fam
Breakdown on grams
C been there from the start, kilrakk cook up the parts
Can nothing tear us apart
I bear arms in my paws
But I got love in my heart, we just tryna seek God
(is that a beat by kilrakk?)
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Writer: Karlik Butler, Cyvngc ., Jay Shuttle
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