Cooked (feat. East Coast Reapers) Video (MV)

Lucid on that wave, yeah
East Coast Reapers in this bitch
East Coast Reapers yeah we drip
King got me lit
Under the table she sucking my dick
Bad bitch she going, no never call quits
On top of my dick she spazzing, she having a fit
She going stupid
Shooting my shot, but don't call me Cupid
Pussy so good like I'm dreaming, it's lucid
Pussy so warm, cause a heatstroke, it's humid, stupid
She going dumb
Might eat her pussy and after I'll stick in my thumb
Legs will be numb
Just like the regular, when she comes, she'll always cum
Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice
She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked
She going crazy
Might lock her down, but no, she ain't my lady
It's so insane
She call me Albert Einstein
Cause I give good brain
I am the one
One you can't replace
The one that you think when you cum
I am so nasty
Say yes to anything
Never put anything past me
You know what they say about Tee
(What they say)
Tee, he got the baddest D
(That is true)
That D that fit right down your throat
(Oh yeah)
Make you scream like one dem goats
You know what what say about me
(What they say)
That my voice confuse them for a she
(They wrong)
That my big dick and attitude, rapping skills
And my pay check f*cking make me a he
Now listen closely
Let Big Tee tell you a story
It rhyme like a nursery
Call me Minaj
All of y'all my children
Put your babe ass in a nursery
I am the King
No not from England
From Sydney, but that's the same thing
The f*ck do you want
Looking at me with those eyes
Better move fore' I stomp
I'm into your body
Once I am into your body
Call me Boy Hottie
Purring out loud
Nickname ya Bugatti
Pussy honours
Graduate a cum laude
Bitch I'm so serious
I am so serious
Look right in both of my eyes
Bitch I'm so serious
Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice
She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked
Up in this track with the King
Ain't stupid
F*ck on your girl
Man she saying that I'm ruthless
Never say I'm useless, nah
Never be a nuisance, yah
Sloppy like toothless
Going through life like I'm youthless
Connect to ghees like I'm Bluetooth
Now I'm passing off the mic to the new king
Got 'em looking like a f*cking rapper with that new bling
Grew up on Chillinit
Grew up on Huskii
Grew up on Stormzy
Grew up on Bugsy
Now I am stuck in the game like Jumanji
I take her to lunch
Cause she saying she hungry
Rahhh
I'm taking it down
Life has some smiles
And life has some frowns
Back in the day I was smoking an ounce
Now I'm hitting the track
And I'm making it bounce
Baby come talk
Take her back to the crib
Get her on fours
Start to back up her hips
Got her in my hands
And I'm pashing her lips
I'm taking it slow
When I'm tapping like this
Ass in my hands
Playing like it's toy
Relationship thing
Know I'm tryna avoid
I'm loving the ladies
I'm loving my boys
I'm loving the Reapers
We making some noise
They call me G, some call me -esus
Do what I want, do what I pleases
That ain't shade, not talking trees-es
Put you on blast, blast me on your speakers
I'm fresh right down to my sneakers (Sneakers)
Could shred you down to pieces (Pieces)
But I'm too busy, got too many meetings
But I am hungry, time for a feeding
Yeah we feeling good
We good
My girl be in pursuit
Dripping that juice
She open for me
Real smooth
We Reapers getting cooked
We Reapers getting cooked
Cooked, Cooked
East Coast Reapers on the track
Elision, yeah
Lucid, yeah
LilXMerc, yeah
Haxta
King T Double E
Sheesh
Yeah