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[Intro] Ready, ready, ready, ready to cook up Uh, I’m ready to cook up (Got that dope) Ready, ready, ready, I’m ready to cook up, yeah Ready, ready, ready, I’m ready to cook up (Mixtape Pluto) [Chorus] Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre I’m getting certain amount of cash, look like a s*x symbol, yeah Heard my name been ringing bells ’cause I’m a gang member Can’t say too much on these tracks ’cause I’m with gravediggers (Ayy, say, gang) Need a ‘script for ‘methazine and some pain pills (And some pain pills) I got fame, but with these streets, n!gga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (Feel safe) Young n!gga put you on a tee, you a plate for real (Ayy, say, gang) [Verse 1] Jumped inside the water, spent some dollars on a ‘vert (Ayy, say, gang, ayy, say, gang) Got a thousand pounds on order, told ’em, \”Hit that s*it with terps\” Paid a thousand for a line of Wock’, just poured a cup of syrup I been cooking dope so long, it smell like coc*ine on my shirt N!ggas don’t pop no pills no more, they ready to crush and snort the Perc’ Might pull up in helicopter, dressing like I’m going to church (Ayy, say, gang) Eighty-pointer diamonds shining, solitaires on my shirt (Fu*k these hoes, bruh) Said the hood ain’t want the Quagen, so we had to send the turtle [Chorus] Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre (Ayy, say, gang) I’m getting certain amount of cash, look like a s*x symbol (Want a lil’ something) Heard my name been ringing bells ’cause I’m a gang member Can’t say too much on these tracks ’cause I’m with gravediggers (Yeah, yeah) Need a ‘script for ‘methazine and some pain pills (Say, my dogs) I got fame, but with these streets, n!gga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here (Ayy, say, gang) Young n!gga put you on a tee, you a plate for real [Verse 2] Every day, we been getting throwed, sipping Texas (Ayy, say, gang) On the wrong side of the road, driving reckless I know how to use a Pyrex, I finesse it (Ayy, say, gang) Take the dirty money, clean it at the washhouse So many bad b!tches, this come with the lifestyle (We some rockstars) When you fly like a pilot, bring the pipe out (Bring that chopper) I’ll post up in another n!gga hood, all my ice out (Brrt, brrt) Toting the stick like a guitar, ready to rock out (Brrt, brrt) [Chorus] Cut the Rolls-Royce truck in half, pull up Spectre (Ayy, say, gang) I’m getting certain amount of cash, look like a s*x symbol Heard my name been ringing bells ’cause I’m a gang member Can’t say too much on these tracks ’cause I’m with gravediggers Need a ‘script for ‘methazine and some pain pills (Ayy, say, gang) I got fame, but with these streets, n!gga, I stay real They got switches on these glees, I feel safe here Young n!gga put you on a tee, you a plate for real. READY TO COOK UP lyrics – Future : Get lyrics and music video of this song here on LyricsBull.com