[Hook: x2] I'm next, jumpin out the pyrex I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookie My turn, now watch the fire burn (jumpin out the pyrex) I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookie
[Verse 1:] He crooked, he cookin, crackers couldn't book 'em Hand to hand grams even when a van lookin A mobster a monster choppin ten cookies While these old heads lookin like some God damn rookies My soldier rag, my soldier gloves, soldier mask I just be bombin with my soldier ass No booth play, my troops boots laced Kick a snake nigga in his 2 face Jumpin out the beaker, runnin down a tweaker Got the cuban link blink look there go the ether Crack cocaine mang that's no thang Choppin on them boulders with big boulders on my rang Dang
[Hook: x2] I'm next, jumpin out the pyrex I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookie My turn, now watch the fire burn (jumpin out the pyrex) I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookie
[Verse 2:] Hey play boy I got the pie, racks, and ye boy Feelin like santa on a sleigh boy Forever paid, swamp thang I'm bout the everglades Coldhearted everyday like a december day Chopper taller than a midget powder on my digi Bitches wanna know I'll show you how to get these digits Bound to get these riches, down to kill these snitches 100 rounds of these blitzs Certified murder riot, that's that shit you heard about Got to see the shit yourself you can't rely on word of mouth This turf is mine, I'm in the paint turpentine Lookin at my rollie it's the perfect time
[Hook: x2] I'm next, jumpin out the pyrex I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookie My turn, now watch the fire burn (jumpin out the pyrex) I'm crooked I'm cookin up a cookieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
