Cookin With John Lyrics – Channel4mark, DEE GLOKK

[Verse: Channel4Mark]
My gang lost the world, but I’m tryna get busy
N!gga mentioning Tray, ain’t even touch a .50
N!gga talking ’bout spinning but run with that Glizzy
(??) b!tch ass, ‘fore I get the Blicky
I’m a rapper that spinning, shi’ really be dead
Don’t get caught up in traffic, up a switch, tap his head
Pop the lock, let me out, better pick up your legs
Glock EBK, ‘K tryna put him in bed
Bro know how to drive, controlling the wheel
Rocking .40, trying to put a n!gga ass underneath
Bro say “Smoking on Mika”, I’m tired of that b!tch
(??) pat me lil’ bro, with no teeth in
Bro still cranking a Z, with a (??), spot a (??)
And n!ggas ain’t spill no blood, ain’t took no skin
So why n!ggas mentioning me?
I’m smoking on Mika, Fats, Hank
Damn, I almost forgot about Winford (??)
(??)
Get close, on god, told him hang out the window
If he drop a lo’, we gonna pull up to his door, Team 4 get close
Come get you no regular pistol
Bro put a pin in the top, tryna crop a n!gga out like a picture

[Verse: DEE GLOKK]
On Tray 4 gang, I’m done (??) on a n!gga
Just send me a lo’, we can meet
3 deep in GV, guarantee 12 for P
Tryna spin, we park in a V, trying to get out on feet
That’s like asking for death, it’s a good way to get put on the tee
(??) gotta be sober for this, ’cause we finna’ go to the Pinks
(??), stop speaking on Tray, go put in some work
Boy, you a old ahh’ rapper
Hard (??), by 20, s*it I’m still dissing
Boy, you a old ahh’ capper
But I’m trying to catch the new 10K with a new baby Drac’, it doing like the last one
Catch a shooter, 556, hop out with a 556 and flip his ass back

Baby Tim just smoking on Jizzle and JD
S*it, boy, I woulda backdoored his ass
They ain’t spinning for Mizzle, (??) for Mizzle, spot a 5, I’ma drop my mask
I pissed on KMan grave, had the older one stood on business, but I beat his ass
The rest of them n!ggas some b!tches and if you in the video
Boy, you ain’t getting no pass
Fazo, dumbass, died off a Perc, that’s crazy
He lost his life to a pill
They hit up the car, (??) jump right in the back
That’s the only reason (??) got killed
Jizzle died to n!ggas he was riding with, ain’t blow with a b!tch stop, came to hills
Free Roger, KMan big head ass in the reach, now he forever land
Still, I know how to drive, but when it’s time to slide
I’ma hop in the back tryna swing that switch
He went on a mission with 31 bullets, came back with 30, I’ma take that b!tch
This a big boy gun, get hit with a Timbely R45, make ’em shake that s*it
This Glock to work, make a n!gga dance quick
She seen them bands that came out of pants quick
Too many dead n!ggas on that side
I hate to be a OTG or a 5
Hit head on right, if I’m trying to slide anything suspicious
We parkin on (??)
CMurda on my left, Little Mark on my right, outside no man, tryna send some to God
We sponsored by Glock, sure thing customized
(??) on bro

[Outro: Channel4Mark]
My gang lost the world, but I’m tryna get busy
N!gga mentioning Tray, ain’t even touch a .50
N!gga talking ’bout… but run with that Glizzy
(??) b!tch ass, ‘fore I get the Blicky
And free my team n!gga
And fu*k your team n!gga
And I’m cooking with Kanye