Young Scooter - Cook Jug lyrics

[Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] I be turnt up the worst way with these hoes Can't wait 'til they touchdown on the Grove Bought 5 apartments and 10 stoves I don't want no carpets or hardwood floors Cook jug (x3) n***a Cook jug (x3) n***a Cook jug (x3) n***a Cook jug (x3) n***a [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Bow! (x4) I be turnt up the worst way, catch me in the trap Riding one deep solo with that pistol in my lap On I-75, that's the bottom of the map I'm from Clayton County, Riverdale, where n***as love to trap Man, them young'uns off the Mollies, shooting at the police I'ma pour this f**ing liquor for the dead homies On the block, how you know this sh** is barking? That's a fact I got money habits, automatics all around me You know you're really getting money if you cook your own keys I don't f** with lames, pussies, snitches or the police Squad! [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] [Break: Waka Flocka Flame & Young Scooter] In Clayton County, I don't like sug, n***a Young Scooter! Count up! [Verse 2: Young Scooter] Cooking while I'm counting, got a jug on the express way 200 thousand dollar play been on the way since yesterday He like the dope, cooked up, cause he can't even cook the yay And I whip it 3 different ways, million dollar wrist game My wrist bought this gold chain Dry whip, water whip, shake the pot, cook game While the old hands still cooking out the microwave We got our own dope, Black Migos stretching everythang ClayCo with Flocka Flame Jugging with the Dirt Gang, cook jugging everythang Prices on whole thang, stay counting free bands [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame]