Cook It Up CASISDEAD

[Intro]
Yeah this is Castro yeah
And B2, my little sister sHY oNE on the buttons
This is some real D boy shit right here
Out to all my dope dealers, all my coke dealers, my crack shotters, pill poppers, piff sniffers sister's mothers
Free the Bilderberg brothers
All my junk jookers, hoes, hookers, pimps, prozzies, fuck

[Verse 1]
I love my white ting
But I don't have sex with it
I might get vexed with it
If it don't wash up properly but that's how I flex, innit
I don't go up West with it
There's better ways you can invest in it
Like trips up country, freebie samples, getting them testing it
Yeah, my food's so exquisite
Cats can't even wait 10 minutes
They phone and I make my next visit
I bring the coke and the x with it
I don't know why I talk so explicit
I ain't trying to get caught, I ain't trying to go court, for my food to be used against me as an exhibit
So I watch how I step with it
Especially when I'm collecting it
Or supplying connects with it
If you cook it proper, you can buy a Lex with it
And roll up on your ex in it
Take her out for a drink and sprinkle a bit of the x in it