Cookin Soul
Huh, that shit ain't even come with the side marker lights
That ain't no real AMG, that's a lookalike
New Orleans, where we play for keeps, you'll be outta sight
If it's gotta be you or me, then it's, baby, bye, bye, bye
Backstreet Boys, wait, NSYNC, black sheep wool
Good Iceberg sweaters across my back seat
Caress the leather, lady tryna take it to the next level
Shrooms on a pizza, we could go together
Make the episode better, my homeboy threw the alley-oop
Can't say his name 'cause that'd be like rattin' on my dude
Eastside, watch for eyes at the drive-through
You don't wan' get blasted just tryna pick up some fast food
She got a sense of humor and she got a fat ass too
Baby, let me lay a few verses, then I'll pull up on you
If that's cool, huh
Yeah
Stylin' on them bitches and she tired of her nigga
Tryna pick a fight so she can split and ride around with Spitta
I'm OG 'cause I'm older, I get colder by the minute, uh
Time keeps slippin' and my rides keep dippin'
(Time keeps slippin' and my rides keep dippin')
Yeah
Time keeps slippin' and the rhymes keep dippin'
(Time keeps slippin' and the rhymes keep dippin')
Hydraulic fluid drippin' in the trunk, but I'm not trippin'
I'm gon' bumper this bitch quickly, with four licks, I put up fifty
On a ruler and that's cool for a six-deuce that's really movin'
Maneuverin' with a paint job and some music
She wanna get into it, dog, you might as well let her do it
I'll open up the door 'cause I'm a gentleman for sure
Huh, that's mature of you, bro, respect, you let her go
Stylin' on them bitches and she tired of her nigga
Tryna pick a fight so she can split and ride around with Spitta
Yeah, I'm OG 'cause I'm older, I get colder by the minute
Time keeps slippin' and my Chevys keep dippin'
(Time keeps slippin' and my Chevys keep dippin')
Time keeps slippin' and them Benzes keep rippin'
(Time keeps slippin' and them Benzes keep rippin')
(Skrrt)
Hydraulic fluid drippin' in the trunk, but I'm not trippin'
I'm gon' bumper this bitch quickly, with four licks, I put up fifty
On a ruler and that's cool for a six-deuce that's really movin'
And maneuverin' with a paint job and some music
She tryna get into it, bruh, you might as well let her do it
(She tryna get into it, bruh, you might as well let her do it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, we at, uh
I think we at 'bout thirty-five, forty thousand feet
Shit, I don't know, uh, but no turbulence
So if you wanna get up and take a leak
Or take some of those cryin' kids to the bathroom
And wipe their butts or whatever you gotta do
Let's go on and get that done right now
Don't hit no vape pens in the bathroom, you jackasses
Don't worry about what the fuck I'm doin' up here
