Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Corey Rhodes
Songwriter:in
Nicholas Harris
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Corey Rhodes
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Let That Boy Cook
Produzent:in
Imixnation
Mischtechniker:in
Ali Jones
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Krystal Johnson
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Lyrics
Let That Boy Cook
Got Them Boys Shook
I Mix Nation Fr
**** trap to get on and get out of bad situations Whatever they might be facing
Shit already scary, I don't mean Jason,
Talking bout the risk that a **** be taking
Whole lotta nights long, lotta packs gone, from a lost or to stay outta jail
Stretching that work til it's medium well,
That mean its kinda soft but that bitch gone sell
Did shit you a never tell for the money
Put ya people on cause you seen em looking bummy
Fed everybody, put food in they tummy
They went and put paperwork on ya like a mummy (damn)
Shit was all good just a week ago, ain't nothing suave bout a Reco
You done let the people turn you to a snitch tho
On the same **** that you use to call bro
These Stuart little ass **** be ratting
They good at it, need to get a patent
Make a **** regret ever even trapping
Snakes on the plane like Samuel L Jackson
Told shit the people ain't even knew happen
Now everybody fuck, no prophylactic
Gave em everything they ain't need no tactics
Old if you ever come home geriatric
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Now they got no knock warrants
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Make it easy for the law enforcement
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Now you on the phone call lawyers
All cause you tried to be a good **** to a fuck ****
But the shit didn't work like employers
Best believe that **** gone squeal, he gone take the first plea deal they offer
Undercover everywhere watching like stalkers
They done went MIA like a dolphin
Help em seal all they cracks like caulking
You was home alone Macaulay Culkin
They kick the door, it was the law enforcement
You know you going, they had a warrant
Just not knowing yo homie who told it
Just like a bad hand in poker, he folded
You already gotta few strikes like bowling
He done 6 9 **** without the trolling
The streets do not pick and choose who lose
It don't pick crews, and who you should fuck wit
It could be family, someone you stuck wit
It don't really matter who, it's some fuck shit
These Stuart little ass **** be ratting
They good at it, need to get a patent
Make a **** regret ever even trapping
Snakes on the plane like Samuel L Jackson
Told shit the people ain't even knew happen
Now everybody fuck, no prophylactic
Gave em everything they ain't need no tactics
Old if you ever come home geriatric
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Now they got no knock warrants
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Make it easy for the law enforcement
**** be Snakes, rats snitches, informants
Now you on the phone call lawyers
All cause you tried to be a good **** to a fuck ****
But the shit didn't work like employers
Written by: Corey Rhodes, Nicholas Harris