Cook It Up

Cook it up fast
Den do the dash
Grind heavy yeah straight to the bag
I ain’t ever copy no bodies swag
Yeah I’m staying in my own lane
Staying in my own lane
Don’t care much bout fame
Can’t let fame to your brain
Boy u hella lame
Verse 1 (akneatly)
Christian dior on my shoes
Im movin fast, no i cannot lose now
Im finna pull up wit da noose
My brothas move fast yeah they on the loose now
Im tryna ride fast in a space coupe
Tinted windows car space blue
Im takin shots like a photoshoot
Im on my grind, they got no clue