Cookin’ Up

[Intro]
(Kishi)
My next chain, I'm goin' to Johnny Dang, alright, yeah
My next chain, I'm goin' to Golden Sun
My next chain, I'm goin' to— nah, I ain't gon' go there
I might

[Chorus]
My next chain, I'm goin' to Icebox
You might see me chillin' at an NBA game up in the skybox
My fiend buy balls, he don't buy rocks
My nigga ain't water-whip the dope, I watched him dry-lock it
If you see what's in my stash, it'd fuck up your eye socket
What you thought? These Amiri jeans, baby, we don't buy Robin's
Went and caught my sale on the south, then the next on Hopson
Everything that we drop grease, you can tell we poppin'

[Verse]
Bitch, I grew up in the jungle, I hunt with the lions
You gotta watch for the rats and thе snakes, 'cause you know they bitin'
Lil' nigga, keep my hеat on me
If he taller than me, then I'ma have to put my feet on him
Treat him like Pro Tools and I'ma put a beat on him
All the Percocets and all the pints of lean, we want 'em
Nigga say he was gonna do what to do? We own him
I'm in Cali lookin' for exotic weed, where the growers?
I was just at the gas station givin' out testers to the smokers
I was fucked up she ain't want me, table turned around and I hoed her
Pull some bands out my pocket, change the weather, Al Roker
I be lendin' money like a broker, my bitch the shit, your bitch ain't shit
My bitch wasn't shit when I met her, so I had to mold her
Last bitch, she a piece of shit, I wish I'd never known her
My plug prices cheap, they can't get no lower
On the highway I was hungry, I got off, I made a stop by Culver's
Out of town, no CPL, we still got our blowers
My young dog, he'll walk you down, he a foot soldier
I'm shootin' all my shots above the waist, head, stomach, and shoulders
If I send my young dogs to slide, you better take culver
Fuck, I mean take cover
This rap bitch said she gon' get me killed, she got eight brothers
Servin' in a small hick town where they hate colors
Why you get them drugs on—
Why you get all them fuckin' drugs on consignment that you can't cover?
Relocated to a rich town, but I ain't Butter
That dope that you got water-whipped, that shit ain't butter
Bitch, you got Parkay, I got Land of the Lakes butter
I knew Scoot was tellin' the truth to me 'cause he ain't stutter
I ain't gotta worry 'bout if he gon' shoot for me, and we ain't brothers
I'll kill you over any one of my siblings that got the same mother
I used to be in love with this bitch, but I ain't love her
Do that make sense?
I was taught if it ain't 'bout no money, it don't make sense
My nigga got a job up in prison, he only make cents
Damn, that shit fucked up
High as hell, cussin' this dumb bitch out, smokin' Dum Dums
Got too many hoes, I don't love one
Looked up at the sky, it got me thinkin' 'bout my loved ones
I know my daddy see me, I'm like, "Look what your son done"
Fiend asked me, "Do you sell dope?" I'm like uh-uh
In other words, that mean hell nah
Can't believe I changed my phone number, I almost fell off
Now I'm talkin' shit in the booth and I'm well-off
Bought all this weed just to smoke, I turned my scale off
Bitch, I sell bullies, I don't sell dog
In other words, I guess I sell, dog
Red or the purp', I don't know what to sell dog
My bitch came in heat, my next chain gon' be off sellin' dogs

[Chorus]
My next chain, I'm goin' to Icebox
You might see me chillin' at an NBA game up in the skybox
My fiend buy balls, he don't buy rocks
My nigga ain't water-whip the dope, I watched him dry-lock it
If you see what's in my stash, it'd fuck up your eye socket
What you thought? These Amiri jeans, baby, we don't buy Robin's
Went and caught my sale on the south, then the next on Hopson
Everything that we drop grease, you can tell we poppin'