[Intro: Quavo]
Dm F
Yeah
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Trap holla Zay
Dm
Migos
[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F Dm F
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Dm F Dm F
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles
Dm F
You wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Dm
I got a (What you got Quay?)
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Appointment set up with your bae
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I got a bitch from the Bay
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I got a truck out your bay
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She telling me give her a taste
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I put that dick on her face
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I put that dick on her face
Yeah, like mace
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Pull up and I set up shop
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She drinking that shit by the shots
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Stunt on the block, same spot
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Pull up and cannot deny
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Niggas out here straight pie
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If you hanging with a group of guys
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Better make sure they gon' ride
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I pull up like ¿cómo estás?
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None of your traps exist, nigga
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Selling that snort to your bitch, nigga
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That ain't making my dick bigger
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Count it up and drop it on that fist, nigga
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Look at your unc with that itch
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Pop that, a nigga won't twitch
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They gon' say "I ain't said that shit man"
[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F Dm F
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Dm F Dm F
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles
Dm F
You wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
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30 rounds and the clip clear
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Make you and the Draco french kiss
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Can't stand a dirty ass kitchen
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Broke up with my mistress
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Took the fork and I bent it
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Had a Panamera on
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and she pretty
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Still a heart away like penny
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Skrrt, yeah, that is the sound
I'm scraping the bowl
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Momma depend on me, I ain't got kids
I gotta make it back home
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One phone call will get you killed
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I ain't even gotta scroll
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Had apartment with no furniture
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But at least I had a stove
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Turned to whitewater
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'bout to get this splash on
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Other day I walked into Gucci
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Told them folks that I'm back home
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Got the city on my backbone
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Black on like sea bone
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Money calling, check the ringtone
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Phil Jackson with the rings on
Yeah
[Chorus: Quavo]
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F Dm F
Gotta put my fist in that bowl
Dm F Dm F
Them niggas is so small, we call 'em tadpoles
Dm F
You wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up
Dm F
Wake up and cook up