Cook It Up

[Chorus: Quavo]

Everywhere I go

I'mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up (got to!)

I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk

Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds

Nigga tell me what you want

In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch

Now I'm bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

And I'm whipping like it's slavery, bout to cook it up

[Verse 1: Takeoff]

I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies

Lil mama she hate me, she say that I'm changing

I tell her I made it, the only thing changing the money I'm making

And the pamper on these babies

I'm whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens

These birds they flying from city to city

I'm pouring up Actavis, dranking and sipping

The color is purple, I'm drinking on Ceely

The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies

On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly

You talking bout 100 band juugs, young nigga you know that I'm with it

I pull up, I'm serving your city

I'm serving ODs, I got it from Mickey

[Chorus: Quavo]

Everywhere I go, I'mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up

I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk

Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want

In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch

Now I'm bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

And I'm whipping like it's slavery, bout to cook it up

[Verse 2: Quavo]

I'm cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes

I'm cooking them burgers and fries, I'm a master in disguise

Mama she told me I'm wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes

I'm taking the plug to Hawaii, I'm chopping on bricks circumcised

My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry

I'm smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don't get DUI

Watch out for the snake and the lies

I'm trapping and whipping cream pies

My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive

[Chorus: Quavo]

Everywhere I go, I'mma put on a show, you know I gotta turn up

I just left the plug, got a 100 birds and I put them in the trunk

Yeah I got halves, got zips, got cuties, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want

In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch

Now I'm bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Got them chickens and them pigeons, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons and them Ravens, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

Catch me whipping up them babies, bout to cook it up

Bout to cook it up, bout to cook it up

And I'm whipping like it's slavery, bout to cook it up