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