Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cookie Pack, artist - Drakeo The Ruler. Date of issue: 15.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cookie Pack |
| Put that thing in that thing, cock back clips and reload |
| You heard what happened to the last nigga tryna be Debo? |
| Kurt Angle, got Mei Ling and Su Yung in a headlock |
| Jimmy Choos, which one, you want a face or a headshot? |
| Mob sticks in the car, finna knock his dreads off |
| Wall to wall, the beat slappin' like I’m playin' handball |
| In the jungle, I’m a Grizzly like I’m Zack Randolph |
| Fifty shots out the Bentley, let’s see if his head strong |
| They like, «Drakeo, why you do that? |
| You know you dead wrong» |
| «He had his whole career ahead of him,» when he died, it was bread crumbs |
| When the the 40 ounce hit him outside he left red rum |
| Oh my God, Jesus, what did they do to my grandson? |
| (Shit) |
| I think you need to speak a little louder |
| Beef with his beef, we turned that to clam chowder |
| If you don’t got no money, you can’t buy no man power |
| This chopper, it just had a nigga stuck for ten hours |
| We are not the same, I don’t know niggas |
| Have him swimmin' with the sharks like goldfishes |
| Two chops', named 'em «Rocky» and «Bullwinkle» |
| Grim reaper, street sweeper, I’m a soul snatcher |
| Heard they givin' out deals on the toe taggin' |
| Hit stick, this a blitz, I’m like go Madden |
| In this year, '21, they for sure rattin' |
| Oh that’s your friend, you don’t care, start a GoFundMe |
| Motorcader shooter, drums on the table bulletproof |
| Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras, put a hoodie on |
| Tricky dance moves, psychedelic, get yo' boogie on |
| Rap beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack (Shit, nigga) |
| We ain’t going back and forth, he’s a rookie rapper (Nigga) |
| That beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack |
| Yeah, he’s a tattoo |
| Mouth runnin' like a bitch, that’s what rats do |
| Chopsticks, mop sticks, nigga, start cleanin' |
| Made him strip from a stick long as Shaq' shoe (Sheesh) |
| That’s a ad-lib |
| I catch you squeakin', I’ma cut off his rat tail |
| I’m from the Stinc Team, we bought all the racks in |
| Just 'cause it sunny up in Cali, it ain’t that sweet |
| You out of town niggas better pay y’all taxes |
| Three thousand blues stuffed in the mattress |
| You Heath Ledger and we all know how that went |
| Three-hundred thousand in the duffle, do a backflip |
| Motorcader shooter, drums on the table bulletproof |
| Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras, put a hoodie on |
| Tricky dance moves, psychedelic, get yo' boogie on |
| Rap beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack (Shit, nigga) |
| We ain’t going back and forth, he’s a rookie rapper (Nigga) |
| That beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack |
| Another opp dead, turn a nigga to cookie pack |
| We gettin' money, you still broke wit' your rookie ass |
| Niggas get shot in the face for getting mad |
| I asked her for some money and she went in her hooker bag |
| I’m like the cashier the way a nigga took her cash |
| I’m the truth in the booth, I cook up fast |
| In the county I went form door to door and whoopin' ass |
| Niggas like, «Can I get some Plug pack? |
| That shit be gas» |
| That’s a XD-40 with extended mag' |
| I want a Bentley, yo' dream car just a Jag' |
| Mob ties to the word and he’ll get whacked |
| It’s like he wear a fresh cut to school how he’ll get smacked (Uh) |
| Motorcader shooter, drums on the table bulletproof |
| Opps out there hidin' behind the cameras, put a hoodie on |
| Tricky dance moves, psychedelic, get yo' boogie on |
| Rap beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack (Shit, nigga) |
| We ain’t going back and forth, he’s a rookie rapper (Nigga) |
| That beef gone in the wind, he’s a cookie pack |