KOOKIES ft. Anskee Lyrics

Hoje eu quero a rosa mais linda que houver

E a primeira estrela que vier

Para enfeitar a noite do meu bem

That nigga lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy

We got stripes, we got glocks, we got kookies

Niggas lame and went and ask the bitch for pussy

And I'm getting to the bag, I'm not no rookie

And she asked me if I still dance, I said I boogie

I said I boogie

That's a whole lot of fucking blue, I feel like Tookie

We got stripes, we got glocks, we got kookies

That nigga lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy

That boy is a pussy that boy is a bitch

Talkin to feds and he gunna snitch

Brand new drake it came with a switch

Already know we gon light up his six

Shoutout my bitch they stay coated in rick

All this damn money might throw me a fit

Not bout money i aint givin a shit

Fuck on yo bitch now she call me a prick

Fuck on yo bitch now she call me for dick

Talkin all tough but we know you a lick

Thought i was feelin you bitch, you a munch

Pack of this wood and we smokin on Runtz

Pack yo boy up now he stuck in my lung

Say you a shoota but boy dont front

Keepin it real you aint pack no gun

Keepin it real you aint pack no funds

Six feet down you aint seein the sun

Lets jus be real boy you better run

Keep it a buck go get you a gun

Keepin it real say goodbye to your mum

Honest to god might kill you for fun

Boy can't rap so I cut off his tngue

715 yeah you know where im from

That nigga lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy

We got stripes, we got clocks, we got kookies

Niggas lame and went and ask the bitch for pussy

And I'm getting to the bag, I'm not no rookie

And she ask me if I still dance, I said I boogie

I said I boogie

That's a whole lot of fuckin' blue, (a whole lot of motherfuckin' blue)

We got strikes, we got clocks, we got cookies

Lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy

What I smoke from the moon, like debris, I be floatin

Pop me some X cause I had to stay focused

Coke so white, this shit swim in the ocean

Coke so white, this shit runnin for POTUS

32 shots, 32 glocks, 32 niggas who think they my opps

32 threats but ain't let off a shot

I got 32 reasons I think that you not

Acid tab watch me trip, Blue drink what I sip

These niggas say I'm cappin

I ain't got one song, I say I'm crip

Hit the nigga where it hurts

Glock switch, this ain't Nerf

Bitch, nigga, do your worst

Hit up Anskee to the body the verse

I hit up the homie cause he put in the work

If you scared, little nigga, get invited to church

Fuck with me now, then fatality worse

Fuck out my opps, put they body in dirt

These niggas want smoke when the fuck they gon' learn

Fuck all that evidence, his body I burn

This BHS to whom it concerns

That nigga lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy

We got stripes, we got glocks, we got kookies

Niggas lame and went and ask the bitch for pussy

And I'm gettin' to the bag, I'm not no rookie

And she asked me if I still dance, I said I boogie

I said I boogie

That's a whole lotta fuckin' blue, I feel like tookie

We got stripes, we got glocks, we got cookies

That nigga lame, that nigga bitch, that nigga pussy