K.Yz - #Wyk X Cook Lyrics

Southside, Southside
Southside, Southside
I can see 'em whispering again (Yep, wait)
I can tell they listening to them (Hey, hey)
All you n****s waiting for my downfall (hoo)
Gone and make a wish for it again
Man I'm amazed, they never cease, they never sleep
I let 'em hate, I'm getting Zzz's
Word to the letter in my name
They never breathe, when I release
I'm not to blame, man it's the beats, that wake the beast up (Aye)
Shout out to the drummer boy on this one bet (Aye)
We gone have to divi' up the income bet (Aye)
N****s tryna' double up and then some bet (Aye)
I'm just tryna' die and leave the kids some bet (Hey)
"Heads high kill 'em with the no" (With the no)
N****s really wit' it on the low (Low, low)
This the shit that get her on the flo' (On the flo')
I had this one whippin' on the stove
What ya' know? (Hey)
We ain't pump fakin' on this side
What ya' know? (Hey)
We ain't got no statements for the guys
What ya' know? (Hey, skrrt)
They gone swear to God and still be lyin' on it though (Lyin' on it)
N***a I ain't got alotta time
What ya know? (Hey)
Southside kid do it big
What ya' know? (Hey, wop)
N****s better miss me with the jig
What ya' know? (Skrrt skrrt)
Can't nobody do the shit I did wit' it though (Nope)
N***a I'ma fool yeh I'm sick wit' it whoah
Take y'all to the other side (Other side, aye)
This will not be televised (Televised, aye)
This can not be sterilized (Sterilized, aye, whoo)
This is not a exercise (It's real)
Live from my neighbor's hood (Aye)
Working 9-to-5 doesn't pay as good (Nope)
Shit ain't always good when they say it's good (Nope)
Crime seems to work the way the prayers should (It's real)
You don't wanna try ya' hand n***a (Hand n***a)
N****s got too many problems to be playin' wit' ya' (Playin' wit' ya)
N****s creepin' on the block ya' understand n***a (Stand n***a)
These is not the n****s posing for "The Gram" n***a (Them ain't the ones)
Real shit "c'est la vee"
Man all we had to look up to was A.I.3
I lived up to the minimum they say I'll be
Now I come through in the 'Max' bumping K-Y-Z like
What ya' know?
We ain't pump fakin' on this side
What ya' know?
We ain't got no statements for the guys
What ya' know?
They gone swear to God and still be lyin' on it though
N***a I ain't got alotta time
What ya know? (Hey)
Southside kid do it big
What ya' know? (Hey, wop)
N****s better miss me with the jig
What ya' know? (Skrrt skrrt)
Can't nobody do the shit I did wit' it though (Nope)
N***a I'ma fool yeh I'm sick wit' it whoah (Hey)
We ain't pump fakin' on this side
What ya' know? (Hey)
We ain't got no statements for the guys
What ya' know? (Hey, skrrt)
They gone swear to God and still be lyin' on it though (Lyin' on it)
N***a I ain't got alotta time
What ya' know?
Southside kid do it big
What ya' know?
N****s better miss me with the jig
What ya' know?
Can't nobody do the shit I did wit' it though
N***a I'ma fool yeh I'm sick wit' it
Ah shit man
Oh I'm just flexin' on n****s now
Cook, cook, cook, cook
I done went ape shit
That's just a Tuesday for me (Yep)
Y'all keep egging n****s on (Keep playin' wit' 'me)
These n****s Soufflé to me damn (Whew)
I said I wouldn't brag (Oops)
F*ck it I'm in my bag (F*ck it)
F*ck (Mmcht) I meant my bad (Just kidding)
F*ck it K-illa's back
F*ck the chitter chat about this and that, I gorilla snap at whoever grilling, can't filter that
But you can feel this ass whooping coming, pencil that
Scribble, scratch, ficky, ficky spin it back whoah
Who better than me? (I ain't seen him)
Imagine if I invested in me (Really though)
Maybe I should use drug money too (Maybe I should)
Cause I got the recipe
Cook, cook, cook (Aye)
Cook, cook, cook (Aye)
Cook, cook, cook (Aye)
Cook, cook, cook
I got the recipe
I'm so Ill Will, I've no chill pill, I just kill bills (Hmph)
I'm so rich feel, I'm no big deal, tell her sit still (Yo' chill out shorty)
This don't set well, I don't get well, I bid farewell (Bye bye)
I just inhaled, I won't exhale, 'till I'm double X-L (Well)
This is my audition, not to mention it was written
This what's missin'
This was hidden, this a gem that they been diggin'
This is different
This is ig'nant, this that n***a representin'
This that liquor in ya' system
This that Remy, Henny mixin'
This that trigger finger itchin'
And my n****s in position
This is whippin' in the kitchen
This that chef wrist flickin'
This that shit that's finger lickin'
This a finger on her clit, another finger in her lips (I got the recipe)
Zip
Cook, cook, cook
Cook, cook, cook
Cook, cook, cook
Cook, cook, cook
I got the recipe