Barz Banga - Cook Up Outro Lyrics

Yeah, the cook up, we made it baby
We did what they said we couldn't, independent, own bread
They said we was bugging, we told them they don't know what they talking about
It's Barz Banga, thank you so much for coming through

Administration of the bars though
Menstruation, I got an odd flow
Odd couple in my real life
But that booty feel real nice
And that money keep coming
Should see the different ways I stroke, no Drummond
Left the pen humming, it come from my nana
Said a man got E.D. and low stamina
F*ck all night, no jammas
That nigga know to shut the f*ck up, we bang hammers
Put a nail in the coffin
They call a pandemic if I'm spitting or coughing
I spit in it often
She only ration the head out in intimate portions
They told her they lost him
He somewhere in the box counting chickens and dolphins
That's psych meds, I use the right head
For the right bread, I make em quite dead
I rap now but look at the rap sheet
Don't make me go and pull out them khakis
Nigga it's Barz