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Cook up Cartel

Bro stuck in this wood, yeah, you smoke good

But I want the famous opp

Girl like C.O.D., this A.R.P. came with an aiming bot

Found out where he be, we swept the street

Got them **** change the blocks

Can't go out like Hank, his ass ain't Thinknate

Just a brainless opp

You can't play both sides, have shit down

Either you a gang or not

**** ain't know who to play with

Come outside, we hit up Granny's spot

Won't care about who you stay with

Might think I'm wrong, but this an M song

Just something I ain't okay with

Told the switch at night, it quit with glowing sights

The drag work, they should keep the plot

But I ain't say shit, I stay on point and he won't do

Got one picked off, bro nailed him to the cross

He don't know I'm the one who threw it

Told to watch his mouth, pyramid and thinkin' vows

Had it leakin' fluids

Two different A.R.P., both came with four-inch snouts

These hoes congruent

We got dead eyes by the plow

We supply the town

My lil' bro a grower

We walk shit down

I ain't without that drama

****, I pull up, turn this shit to horror

What's in my backpack, turn it to that ghost on Snapchat

Not like Dora

Miss my way, go tell them

Freela J brought them chops across the border

No time to play, I paid the way

I had to get this shit in order

Love all my brothers, but I'll snake my slime

'Fore I go out like Rich Porter

Am I a rapper

Kinda, sorta

Steppin' outside with the bros

Collectin' souls, my **** hoarders

My bro with four souls

He say, catch my money, he reached his goal

But until then, it counts a quarter

Know what I'm on

That money just get long

****, days is gettin' shorter

That bitch ain't mine

Then I can't sport her

Told her I'd miss her when she leave

Got on her knees, let me record her

On my way home

Bitch text her, "I miss you", took my phone

Now straight to North

Gang shit

Flat