Cookbook

[Intro: Gucci Mane]

Gucci Mane LaFlare, I'm a problem

All the jackboys wanna rob em'

Don't feel sorry for me, cause I'm a problem

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Bricksquad

I'm tryna fuck me 2 cousins

I turn em' out if they let me

I turn em' into new cousins

I think I'm buzzing, I'm tripping, My prescription need fixing!

Got a codeine addiction, What the hell I admit it!

I got a playboy subscription, I might check out them bitches

Other stripper went broke, I might slap one em' bitches

I got a cocaine connection, buy the cheapest on chicken

But he a stubborn lil' bastard, you gotta pay him his ticket

I got a chick that be boostin', 'Give me Gucci and Fendi'

I pay for that, but the pussy and head don't cost me a penny

I think I'm gone of this pack, this shit a hell of a stash

I need to get me a mask, cause they keep rollin' up gas

It's Gucci!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

Today I'm cooking yams, yesterday was greens

I take dirty money, try to make it clean

Shoebox full of 20's, spent that on a watch

One thing bout' my menu, we never selling squash

I was fifteen, out there selling rocks

Running back and forth the cars tryna duck the narcs

Fish scale odour, that's just straight yola

When this shit glitter, it take the most soda

5 bricks, 50 p's in the Toyota

Baby mama driving, I hope she don't get pulled over

If she do she know the biz, I only fuck with soldiers

She ain't got shit to say...... Just like I told her

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]

He say he hotter than La Flare, then he gotta prove it

I put shoes on my old school, just to do it

From a Buick to a Beamer coupe, I had to lose it

I lost the top and left the lot, playing Gospel music (Sike!)

Nah I'm lying, I was listening to that Boosie

Ice cream Gucci, you can call me bluey

Light hit the ice, and you can call me huey

Girls sticking to the kid, cause my game gluey

Before for that I choke a hoe down, Patrick Ewing

And I ain't talking to the law, I ain't did the shooting

You guys gotta get on ya job, you gotta prove it

I'm gone with this firearm, I might just abuse it!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook

Seafood, fish scale, where the crook cook? It's just another recipe out the cookbook