Shakewell Cookies Lyrics


Cookies by Shakewell

[Hook]
Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed
Lil shorty bad and conceited
Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at?
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bankerman, keep a dozen Ruger
Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed
Lil shorty bad and conceited
Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at?
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bankerman, keep a dozen Ruger

[Verse 1]
Save me the eighth of the indoor
I just keep movin' ten packs of the outdoor
Why you keep askin' what an ounce for?
If you don't know me, don't call on my trap door
Not once a month, bitch that's every week
Choppers 'gon play, then I let it scream
Spend my green hunnids, got blues on me
I need a plug on some good OG
Send me the play, that's a good key
I just hit a lick, four hunnid and I'm still lookin'
Hunnid off rap and I'm still juggin'
Fam gotta eat, in the kitchen, so I'm still cookin'
Not once a month, bitch that's every day
XD and Glock .40, let it spray
Kudos gon' run 'em down, broad day
Have Gun - Will Travel, any state
I keep propane on me, Hank Hill
Shameless money, movin' all them pain pills
I pop a 30, got pain still
Shooters hangin', bangin' out the windowsill
Don't say no name, if you do you get shanked
Snitches and triflin' hoes, shit that I hate
Hoes and them thots, that's that shit that I love
Slow walk in the bank, I be off all them drugs


[Hook]
Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed
Lil shorty bad and conceited
Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at?
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bankerman, keep a dozen Ruger
Been pourin the Wock up, it all that I needed
Lil shorty bad and conceited
Bitch I'm the plug, don't ask what I need
I pick the nugs out the tree
I keep a Glock in my handbag
Ain't kick the cup, where my drank at?
Pack it up, I can ship it to you
Be the bankerman, keep a dozen Ruger

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