Cookie (feat. Orlando Cash & Mike Genta)

Yeah, can I turn up just a little bit, just a little bit, just a little bit

Ay, ay, ay,

Never worried

Get them **** buried if they talking greasy

Couple Curry's and some jason terry's

Visit cemeteries

Vision blurry

Popped a couple poppies

Just to kill the pussy

But it got me fucked up

And I just might kill a pussy

U a Opp

I could get u shot

Ok don't believe me

Get em shocked

Trilly round the clock

We make it look easy

Let me stop

They think cuz I'm rock

They think cuz I'm pop

I won't slap a ****

Fuck around and then I slapped a ****

I am not to blame for my actions ahhh

U should tell ya homie to stop acting up

U **** Don't know me

I'm type to line ya homie

Tell a hater go and blow me

Tell a troll yo come and show

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

I might just fuck you up

I might just fuck you up

**** wyling

I'm really violent

Violet I'm seeing colors

There's gang members among us

Got brothers out killing brothers

Got a methodic approach

To snatch that chain off ya throat

Fuck these punchlines

Cuz I sell dope

N got some white for the slopes

And If it's beef I'd square up with the pope

Don't watch me watch ya grandson

Cuz I been toting handguns

quicker picker upper

Quick to clip a nikka mom

Bomb a **** porch

Named the block Vietnam

Let off one shot

Two shot

Three shot

Four

acting high and mighty we gone stomp him to the floor

... go get get the army - better yet the navy

**** shoot At u crazy get at ya lady

So

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

You should call the police

I might just fuck you up

I might just fuck you up

I might just fuck you up

Shit, I go rap, shit, I go pop

I don't really know, but I know that I'm hot

I don't really know, but I know that my flow so dope

Like the little brown stones in my sock

Everybody tough nowadays, who not

My flow's smooth, get the torso shot

We don't play games, aim at your brain

Trick or treat, go bust like a porno shot

I need ring bells, ****, yours just not

When we talkin' streets, you already just flat

Buffin' on the check, bitch, before I just pop

She sayin' I'm a dope, but the Georgia's loud, whoa

I'm back in this bitch, and I'm back in some shit

That'll take off a limb, ****

I live by the code, you **** get smoked

No women and kids, ****

Don't take a trip where I live, uh

Walk like a punch to the ribs, uh

You can get smoked, it's just how it go, yo

We did what it is, please don't call the police

I might just fuck you up

Scoop inside of dissin' things

And they might just lock me up, whoa

Youysouldcalllapolice

I might just fuck you up

Youysouldcalllapolice

I might just fuck you up, yeah

Youysouldcalllapolice

I might just fuck you up

I might just fuck you up