READY TO COOK UP Songtext
von Future
READY TO COOK UP Songtext
Ready, ready, ready, ready to cook up
Uh, I′m ready to cook up (Got that dope)
Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready to cook up (Yeah)
Ready, ready, ready, I′m ready to cook up (Mixtape Pluto)
Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre
I'm gettin' certain amount of cash
Look like a sex symbol (Yeah)
Heard my name been ringin′ bells ′cause I'm a gang member
Can′t say too much on these tracks 'cause I′m with gravediggers
(Ayy, say, gang)
Need a 'script for ′methazine and some pain pills
(And some pain pills)
I got fame, but with these streets, nigga, I stay real
They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (Feel safe)
Young nigga put you on a tee, you a plate for real (Ayy, say, gang)
Jumped inside the water, spent some dollars on a 'vert
(Ayy, say, gang, ayy, say, gang)
Got a thousand pounds on order, told 'em, "Hit that shit with terps"
Paid a thousand for a line of Wock′, just poured a cup of syrup
I been cookin′ dope so long, it smell like cocaine on my shirt
Niggas don't pop no pills no more
They ready to crush and snort the Perc′
Might pull up in helicopter, dressin' like I′m going to church
(Ayy, say, gang)
Eighty-pointer diamonds shining, solitaires on my shirt
(Fuck these hoes, bruh)
Said the hood ain't want the Quagen, so we had to send the turtle
Uh, I′m ready to cook up (Got that dope)
Ready, ready, ready, I'm ready to cook up (Yeah)
Ready, ready, ready, I′m ready to cook up (Mixtape Pluto)
Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre
I'm gettin' certain amount of cash
Look like a sex symbol (Yeah)
Heard my name been ringin′ bells ′cause I'm a gang member
Can′t say too much on these tracks 'cause I′m with gravediggers
(Ayy, say, gang)
Need a 'script for ′methazine and some pain pills
(And some pain pills)
I got fame, but with these streets, nigga, I stay real
They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (Feel safe)
Young nigga put you on a tee, you a plate for real (Ayy, say, gang)
Jumped inside the water, spent some dollars on a 'vert
(Ayy, say, gang, ayy, say, gang)
Got a thousand pounds on order, told 'em, "Hit that shit with terps"
Paid a thousand for a line of Wock′, just poured a cup of syrup
I been cookin′ dope so long, it smell like cocaine on my shirt
Niggas don't pop no pills no more
They ready to crush and snort the Perc′
Might pull up in helicopter, dressin' like I′m going to church
(Ayy, say, gang)
Eighty-pointer diamonds shining, solitaires on my shirt
(Fuck these hoes, bruh)
Said the hood ain't want the Quagen, so we had to send the turtle
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