letra de cookout - atl smook
[intro]
rude, we got a nephew. rudey nephew. 2021, all rude. matter of fact, chasing dollars in monaco, that’s france, to be exact, you know what i’m saying? across the water. ha-ha-ha, slatt. [?] right now
[chorus]
hold up, you can’t be for real (yeah), i can not stress about none of these b-tches
diamonds, they keep me on chill (yeah), i’m trying to stack these racks up to the ceiling
i need me a lot, how i live (yeah), i’m pouring up codeine, i’m cracking the seal
what’s in my cup? that’s a oil spill (yeah), i’m on the moon like o’neal (yeah)
shorty wanna f-ck with me, she wanna come over, she wanna know how i live (know how i live)
i told her that i got a minute to spare, right after, i gotta dip (i gotta dip)
i told lil’ shorty that she bad as h-ll, i swear that her looks could k!ll (her looks could k!ll)
and that lil’ boy, he keep talking ’bout beef, we put him right on the grill (right on the grill)
[verse]
my diamonds, they hitting, look how they attack
i’m not lil b but i stay with the pack
do not play tennis but stay with them racks
just like a soldier, that k on my back
ain’t with the gang, you can’t hang where we at
if i draw down then i smoke a new pack
he do something to me, he on a new tat
i’m in your city, i’m on a new jet
i got money, got a new scat pack
i’m finna pick me up this little nat
i spent a petty rack, get it right back
i spent a petty rack, get it right back
walk into saks, i get it right off the rack, yeah
shorty a giraffe, i just want her neck, yeah, woah
[chorus]
hold up, you can’t be for real (yeah), i can not stress about none of these b-tches
diamonds, they keep me on chill (yeah), i’m trying to stack these racks up to the ceiling
i need me a lot, how i live (yeah), i’m pouring up codeine, i’m cracking the seal
what’s in my cup? that’s a oil spill (yeah), i’m on the moon like o’neal (yeah)
shorty wanna f-ck with me, she wanna come over, she wanna know how i live (know how i live)
i told her that i got a minute to spare, right after, i gotta dip (i gotta dip)
i told lil’ shorty that she bad as h-ll, i swear that her looks could k!ll (her looks could k!ll)
and that lil’ boy, he keep talking ’bout beef, we put him right on the grill (right on the grill)
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