The OMB Twins - Cookin' Lyrics

Aye poor me to f*ck up
TwinLife
F*ckistheytwiiiinnss
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA
Choppa got a dick
Let it hit
Suck my dick spit
Yeah I got a lick
Get the click
We gone spin the whip
Wait there they go ops
Tryna plot
We gone spin the block
Shawty think she hot
But she not
That a little bitch a opp
Never trust a thot
Get the top
Kick her dumb ass out
F*ck they talking bout
Get the glock
Have em ducking shots
Wet em like a pool
Get the tool
Choppa kick like mule
Thought u was that dude
But u food
Now the gang on you
Now u tryna move
But the crew
Throwing shot u 2s
Now u on the news
So confused
Need a bag too poo
Got chu thinkin who
Thinking wear
Ain't no body there
Now u in the air
It ain't fair
But nobody care
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA
Lil bitch gimmie the bop bop
F*ckin that bitch in her crop top
AYE WAIT
Jump in that pussy like hop scotch
I put it down like a drop top
AYE WAIT
That hoe for the team she a thot thot
Glock wit a beam give you dot dot
AYE WAIT
Nigga just said he gon pop up
F*ck around and he get popped up
AYE WAIT
Glock on my hip say hi to my friend
I got a Mask I feel like Blankman
Shit gettin hot you get aired like a fan
His head a ticket yea he a dead man
If He talkin crazy we getting his dot
I f*cked ya bitch she gon give up the drop
Bitches ain't loyal she know I'm ya opp
Ya hoe on my payroll yea she on the clock
I'm in a bucket like that nigga plankton
No Call of duty but I got a ranking
Niggas is stoopid tf they be thinking
G.T.A .... nigga I'm Franklin
Car pulling up heont kno who it is
We driving slow yea we stopped by his crib
Catchin em slippin heont know who it is
Look out the window I don't see no kids
I got the papers yea I seen the facts
That nigga told yea I know he a rat
That nigga sleepin like snorlax
Like a computer we kept all the tabs
You come out the crib nigga how can you lack
Hop out the front niggas out the back
Shit getting dark yea I'm bouta black
Camcold heart put em right on his ass
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA
Cooking up dope in the trap trap
Yeah i stay strap wit a black Mac
I hit ya bitch right from da back back
And I got gas in the backpack
If they ain't gang don't pass dat
If they want smoke ima match dat
Shawty ass fat ima tap that
Niggas ain't gang they Cap cap
All of my niggas say slat slat
All of my choppas go
RRAA
RRAA
RRAA