T.J Peso - The Cook Up Lyrics

We Smoking pounds
Of the gas
While im just
Counting the loot

This is the cook up
My nigga
Should know
That
Im sparkin the fuse

I Got a bitch
And she bad

Swear that i like
Them in
Twos

Yea Then we all at the
Crib

This shit a breeze like im
Drew

Got The Digital dash
The timing the proof

They swear that
I'm goin off
Meanwhile
I'm just playin it cool

They reachin for miles

But cant walk a mile
In my shoes

They say in due time
Nigga give me the
Credit when
Its due

One shot
One kill
And they aimin at u

Real niggas only
I give my salute

My team
War ready we
Feel like the troops

Im droppin bombs
Everytime in the booth

Im feelin wavy
Off gin and the juice

I f*ck her good then
Im chuckin the duece

This A boss Life
And I
Feel
Like im snoop

Keep ruling me out
I
Keep on breaking the rules

I see that
They watchin

More of a reason
To lock in

I dont got plans of stoppin
I just keep killin in silence

My shooters
In all black

You thought they
Was gothic

Game on lock Just
Like locksmith

Call me Dwayne Johnson
I Rock Shit

Everytime
They hear the verse
Bitch they know im
Nice

Im just Drivin In The Ghost
Call It Poltergeist

Off White The Interior
Got em
Furious

The Car Paint Drippin In Red
Just
Like a period

Laughin all the way to the bank
Cant take them serious

Deaf to the bullshit
I promise u
I aint hearin it

On the way
To take whats mine
Cause i aint spearin shit

My heart beatin
Like a gorilla
Aint no fear in it
Look

Moving wit the money
Just like a brinks
Truck

Ridin through the city
Illegal
You know
My tints up

Keep a few bad
Bitches wit me
You know they
Pinned up

And for the right price
Nigga
I'll get u sent up

Right to ya maker
My dough rise
Like a baker

The word play
Go over tops
Just like a blazer

New king
In town
Like Lebron
To the Lakers

Grindin to change
My neighbors
Tunnel vision
Get this paper

Started ballin
Nigga
Got my handle right

I got a Homie doing life
For moving china
White

I Got the
Weed burning
Slow
Just like
Some
Candle lights

And These bitches
Is thirsty
Get em a can of sprite

Hoss Gotti
Countin money
In the phantom

Fly ballin
Takin trips
He Just Came
From Paris

Arlis
Ridin Through the city
In The Benzo

Brown In The League
They got Him
Ballin In The Inzone

Know Me
Know Im puttin beats
Up in the casket

C.B and Mac 11
Pros Getting Baskets

T.T And Face
Pro Too
They getting Baskets

Strong On The Block
Like Shaq With The Magic

Moral of The Story
Chase Ya Dreams
You Can Have It

Im just puttin
Words to the picture
Like a caption