Got That Hook Up Songtext
von A‐One

I′m on my way to Yonkers, got these bitches going bonkers

Too many little niggas tryna copy us
When I made a hundred thou I felt like I stepped on you

Like that K roll that you sipping on
I don't sip nothing unless it came out the pharmacy
Rest in peace to the Jack, I′m bout to pour an eight up
Last album that I dropped was a layup
Last album that you dropped, you didn't say much
Bitch ass niggas need to really get your cake up
You acting like a bitch in your feelings with some make-up
I'm maxing and relaxing while I′m rolling up this backwood
Blowing on exclusive while I′m chilling up in the hood


Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I'm popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up
Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I′m popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up

Rap about the hood cause that's where I came from
In the kitchen whipping up, really tryna make something
You better put that gun down, you ain′t gon take nothing
I can see the hate in your eyes because you not stunting
Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white

I had to bitch bag it two times to make it right

Got it all off then I had to cop again
Had to praise to Allah, hoping I don't kill again
These niggas fighting over bitches smelling like fishermen
I′m all in the kitchen looking at my diamonds glisten
I'm bout to take this shit back cause it's not whipping
The cartel know what it is, I′m in the business


Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I′m popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up
Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I'm popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up

I need that cook up cause a nigga got that hook up
I′m all in the door, we don't really do the talking
That forty that you looking at will really do the sparking
Every time I go to court, I let my lawyer do the talking
I remain silent, I will never leak

It′s dope, it's coke all in the streets

I′m bout to hit him with the Bay Boss 3
If he ain't got the turkey a nigga bout to offie
I'm selling drugs, tryna make it through the next year
I ain′t never had a job but I love it here
Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white

Pulled up on her with the neon lights

Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I′m popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up
Coupe butter pecan, the rims off white
Had to bring the coke back, shit not right
Better switch it out or I'm popping a nigga
I need that cook up cause a nigga really got that hook up