"COOKIE CUTTER" lyrics

Are you in the Mafia?

Add me up, add me up
Pop him on the street, if we in jail, I'ma stab you up
This 'Cat not electric, it be stabbin' out (Vroom)
I ain't with the Doughboys, I be cashin' out
This Wock' get me on tip, and, yeah, that red, it had me spazzin' out
This money had me crashin' out
Take a nigga head off
I told Rell we need another pop, knock this red off
Honey badger, put a nigga underground like a groundhog
Put a mute accessory in the front, take the sound off
Hit him in his face, why he muggin'? Take his frown off
I'm in Greece, got my ho in a fedora, in my bag like I'm Dora
Two hundred racks every quarter, your boyfriend ain't got a quarter (Broke-ass nigga)
I'm tryna put this dick on a rich nigga daughter (Come here)
AR with the cutter laser with the cookie cutter (Yeah)
She bad, I'ma slut her, she bad, but she gets nothin' (Nada)
My wrist cost a hundred, two clips, that's a hundred (Yeah)
My whip go two hundred
I'm ridin' with a hunter
Nigga, I'm the rich cousin that pop up at the function (Am I in the what?)
All my jewelry on, you don't need the lights (You don't need the lights)
When I pour a pint of Tris, I can see the light (Damedot)
I can change a lil' bitch life, I just need a night (One night)
When she get this dick, that ho stuck with me for life
First crib five hundred racks, second one a ticket
Every time I say somethin' 'bout some D's, all I hear is crickets
Fuck a bitch in a Model X, she say I'm futuristic (Mwah)
I ain't gotta hit KFC if I need a chicken (Woo)
Raised by the bosses, I'ma die as bossy as they let me
I just gave a fiend some credit, drop unky off the fetty (Man down)
The way I fuck this bitch, she wanna tape it, but I'm not R. Kelly
The shoes I'm wearin', can't even spell 'em, you can't come get 'em, I'ma mail 'em

(Rell On The Track)