album cover
Let Me Cook
Hip-Hop/Rap
Let Me Cook was released on July 22, 2025 by Young Latin Mafia (YLM) as a part of the album Free Tweakz
album cover
Release DateJuly 22, 2025
LabelYoung Latin Mafia (YLM)
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GC
GC
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Rios
Cristian Rios
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Buckroll
Buckroll
Producer

Lyrics

Fresh out the womb
Like mama I need mic
I ain't no zebra
had to earn this stripes
My dick, vocals chords and my gun that's at least three pipes
Take you out the game like you got three strikes
Me myself and I like I got three mics
You gotta pay attention on how to get attention for a very cheap price
This flow remind me of a bowl of some hot steamed rice
But I been cooling it lately
That's why you underrate me
Bitch slap at hater that's hatin
And just stare at him blantly
Got these Rappers in the fridge or stocked up in the pantry
Goofy lil hoes thinking they can enchant me
Smoking on diesel bitch I'm about my family
We are not the same I'm from the uncanny valley
Turn a grand opening in to a grand finale
Young bull from the 90s, 95 exactly
If I was shaggy I'd be the one who was hitting Daphne
Run through that bitch like im Christian McCaffrey
And she'll book the hotel, Melissa Mccarthy
Don't listen when I say my dogs cool
If they growling and barking
Less you want to be dearly departed
Opps thinking like Damm this **** should of been aborted
But them **** a fold and for that they get folded
Cuddled up with my Boo! Next day she got ghosted
Last night was long ass ride like a road trip
ill spittin in the booth oouh I'm getting home sick
When this drop boy This gone be lil tone shit
I got the vision on some tony stark or some Raven Symone shit
You a putty cat like Sylvester. I'm Mr Stallone bitch
High than a mother fucker I'm right here yet I'm gone bitch
If you want the smoke I'll let it go like a bong rip
Fuck with my high I got a couple john wicks guarding my starship
A bitch that's for the streets can never get me off these streets
I be in the field can never get me off these cleets
Big Walkin All Day that's why my nikes always crease
How you doing I'm the illustrator
Need a breath of fresh air? let's talk cause
I don't want to vent it later (Ventilator)
Don't let shit escalate on a escalator if we going up bitch I'll kick you down
Direct correlation between them bullet wounds and my hand eye coordination
I done seen some thirsty bitches die of dehydration
Boy these modern times
Everyone taking drugs in moderation
I keep it 100 and 1 Dalmatians
Ain't no limitation to my levitation
Hit yo bitch every now and then like them potholes
Rappers collecting flows like infinity stones
Can't fight fire with fire till the flame on like I'm Johnny
Got a nicki and a margo robbie
Both Barbies
I go hard
Hey alexa play me like you cheating on me
Sorry ass opps looking like a retreating army
9 trays in one quarter bitch I'm hungry
You outsider get yo soda popped ****
All them holes like a doughnut shop
I serve them beef, the glocky way
Dick slap that bitch now she walking round with a cocky face
She don't want you boy that bitch just lookin
Real talk yall know how I rock
Smell what I'm cookin'
Bitch
Written by: Cristian Rios
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...