Yelawolf & Caskey - Cookies lyrics

[Intro: Caskey & Yelawolf] Owee, uh, ouh yeah Haha, ouh yeah, owee, b*tch (In the kitchen and it’s Taysty) [Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf] Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me Shawty was actin’ too boujee When she see the car that I’m in And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin’ You gotta have you a check just to book me I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay [Verse 1: Caskey & Yelawolf] Too much room in the Maybach She don’t know what to do with herself Pulled up clean, A-jacks She on that white red like a patty melt And her Rolex tell where the date at In the city where I know all thе hate at Lightweight, but you know wherе the weight at The pack touch down, I’ma fu*kin’ Tom Brady that Touch down, touch now Heavy buzz, too much Crown Heater on my waist and it weigh fo’ pounds Silence on the gun so it make no sounds Push you on the snow like a old red sled I turned her down like a hotel bed She want the red like she’s in for a year What she in for? Infrared [Verse 2: Cub da CookUpBoss] I’m workin’ my sh*t, I’m poppin’ my sh*t Y’all ni**as ain’t stoppin’ my sh*t I’m clutchin’ my sh*t, I’m bussin’ my sh*t Told y’all, don’t fu*k with my sh*t CookUpBoss, I’m really lit Got rich off talkin’ sh*t fu*ked around and get ya hit And fu*ked your b*tch, you lil fu*kin’ b*tch Look, sh*t cool till it ain’t cool I told y’all I ain’t no rapper, yeah Puttin’ your gun on Instagram I can tell you ain’t no stepper I be on the PJ in my PJs And some Gucci slides and my carry-on That’s a hunnid thou’ I’m a lil ni**a, money Shaq size, she know the vibe [Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf] Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me Shawty was actin’ too boujee When she see the car that I’m in And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin’ You gotta have you a check just to book me I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay [Verse 3: Yelawolf] Yeah, mushroom, bada-boom-bada-bing Takin’ doors down, I’m a boss, I’m a king That dope, have your b*tch up on the pole She groom in a row, on the road with the team, that pro I’m too cold, need a coat Spill my guts out, scratchy throat Cough on a coffin, killin’ ’em often Should’ve been a hit, paid up and go The pirate arrived in a white ’95 I apply what I write to a code Cocaine on the seats, propane on the beat I’m a flame to the heat, you cold Old school like a log in a blue stove No fools want a problem with you-know No tools in the box, you can’t screw me No crew got a pocket for loose holes Lame rappers, fu*k outta here [Chorus: Caskey & Yelawolf] Yeah, I ain’t a killer, don’t push me Shawty was actin’ too boujee When she see the car that I’m in And gon’ give me that pussy, okay (Owee) I think I know why they lookin’ You gotta have you a check just to book me I don’t do dessert, but I smoke on the cookies, okay