Cookies (feat. Cub da CookUpBoss)

Ooh-wee, uh, ooh yeah

Haha, ooh yeah, ooh-wee, bitch

(In the kitchen and it's Taysty)

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Ooh-wee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

Too much room in the Maybach

She don't know what to do with herself

Pulled up clean, Ajax

She on that white bread like a patty melt

And the Rolex tell where the date at

In the city where I know all the hate at

Lightweight, but you know where the weight at

The pack touch down, I'ma fuckin' Tom Brady that

Touch down, touch now

Heavy buzz, too much Crown

Heater on my waist and it weigh fo' pounds

Silence on the gun so it make no sounds

And she on the snow like a old red sled

I turned her down like a hotel bed

She want the red like she's in for a year

What she in for? Infrared

I'm workin' my shit, I'm poppin' my shit

Y'all **** ain't stoppin' my shit

I'm clutchin' my shit, I'm bussin' my shit

Told y'all, don't fuck with my shit

CookUpBoss, I'm really lit

Got rich off talkin' shit

Fucked around and get ya hit

And fucked your bitch, you lil fuckin' bitch

Look, shit cool 'til it ain't cool

I told y'all I ain't no rapper, yeah

Puttin' your gun on Instagram

I can tell you ain't no stepper

I be on the PJ in my PJs

And some Gucci slides and my carry-on

That's a hunnid thou'

I'm a lil ****, money Shaq size, she know the vibe

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Ooh-wee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay

Yeah, mushroom, bada-boom-bada-bing

Takin' doors down, I'm a boss, I'm a king

That dope, have your bitch up on the pole

She groom in a row, on the road with the team, that pro

I'm too cold, need a coat

Spill my guts out, scratchy throat

Cough on a coffin, killin' 'em often

Should've been a hit, paid up and go

The pirate arrived in a white '95

I apply what I ride to a code

Cocaine on the seats, propane on the beat

I'm a flame to the heat, you cold

Old school like a log in a blue stove

No fools want a problem with you-know

No tools in the box, you can't screw me

No crew got a pocket for loose holes

Limp rappers, fuck outta here

Yeah, I ain't a killer, don't push me

Shawty was actin' too boujee

When she see the car that I'm in

And gon' give me that pussy, okay (Ooh-wee)

I think I know why they lookin'

You gotta have you a check just to book me

I don't do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay