Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Da Cook up, artist - RigzDate of issue: 21.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Da Cook up |
| On the avenue, I compete to the death |
| Finance guns, but hit you when you least expect (damn!) |
| Propaganda, spit with the proper grammar |
| Metaphors become apparent, ya pop, ya grandma (woo!) |
| If you owe grams or they’ll pop ya grandma |
| Bury you in your 11's, just Cap & Gown us (Jordans) |
| I got niggas comin' off of parole (right) |
| I’m a (?) favorite, they know I authored the flow (uh huh) |
| Texted this A&R two bars, label offered me dough (uh) |
| Was at the table with blow, I just wasn’t able to go |
| My boy Rigz, you (?) (what up boy?) |
| That mumble rap is dead, shit |
| I should speak at these shows (haha) |
| So y’all can know what I be learnin' |
| And easy to get my point across, I’m coachin' Kyrie Irving, I’m God |
| I validate my worth, nothin' can stop me |
| Fuck awards |
| When I get my first Grammy, I’ma piss in it probably (for sure) |
| Leave him stiff in his lobby (he dead) |
| Lay a verse and flake it up |
| Same way they did Pablo, I took a pic with the body (haha) |
| Ain’t got no Bent or no Masi, I be floatin' the East |
| With work that’s worth way more than them foreigns you lease (stupid) |
| Lower the tint, fifth out, say what you meant (want a shot?) |
| Took his Cuban 'cause my man said he lay with the rent |
| Can’t picture me spark violence and talk knowledge |
| In small sizes, just 'cause it’s what my peers call stylish |
| Confused with my forefathers, I spent years cookin' |
| They weird lookin', sore attitudes but bench riders |
| I got verses for sale, if niggas' runnin' out |
| I’m the villain, grabbin' some Timbs and stomp ya cousin out |
| It’s clear, mighta have a monstrous rookie year |
| I solemnly swear, the shit on whoever you put me near, yeah |