Cooked

Fuck the opps, you know that we got plenty guns for them

You try to something funny, we gon' leave you in the ground with them

Run it back to what I said, you know I never lack

Give a fuck about a bitch, we getting plenty racks

The way I got her twitching, you'll think that she off a perc

The way I give it to her, if I don't, she go berserk

Fuck the opps, they try to run up, then they gon' get murked

They not getting to no money, all them bitches broke

She gave me head and got a headache, I gave her Tylenol

She asked me if I nutted in her, I said, I don't know