Lyrics:
to the judge and throw the book out)
(Let's cue it on the barbie like a motherfuckin' cookout)
(Chef mad flavors)
(Bitches suck the energy, it's like
turnin' back
(Fire)
You look like some left-over from a cook-out, Willie
Yo
I told you leave that bitch alone
I told ya, Willie
I told ya
(Aight,
haze hit my lung (Swoo)
And my eyes get a little lower (Swoo)
They had the camcorders goin' at the cookout
(Uh) if police approach (Uh, uh)
You can hear
Mabu good at the cookout
Every hood, every trap house
On his block, we gon' stake out
And I'm givin' out free clout
Box 'em up like takeout
Let's
sad, I'm watchin' fuckin' sea bloom (huh? Huh? Huh?)
Tell 'em, "Sip the red in the green room" (ayy)
Crazy ass sandals at a cookout (bang)
Security
They don't see the good times that outweigh the bad days
In the hood we still smile to lighten up them dark caves
Have a cookout, make the kids dance,
and my hoes is overweight
Gentrifyin' all your hoods, your taxes gotta be murder
Come through your cookout with kale and Impossible Burgers
Shout out
reloaded like I just put 32 in the clip
You see how it poke out
I'm still hood at my folk's house
Sunday dinner at the cookout
Neck and wrist hella iced out
I gave the rock to, well who I paid to watch?
Be the lookouts, council meet at the cookout
Let's get drunk and discuss all the bad bitches we shook
chillin', if we link, you suckin' dick
Ain't no baby backs, you come to our cookout, we whippin' bricks
Boy, we different, you gon' send a threat, I'm gon'
five and I'm rolling up the gat
And I need my leg room, Bapestas, first class
East Atlanta jawn cookout on Moreland Ave (skrr skrr)
Say she bout that
threats
We got you niggas scared like a snitch at a gangsta cookout
And when the meter read red cowards get took out
Back with more firepower than
a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child's birthday I ain't invited
Despite it, I show her
Have a cookout, make the kids dance, and we share a couple laughs
Pop a bottle, share it with my homies, nigga, fuck a glass
'Bout to roll up, tell 'em
the bums
The rats, the roaches, nigga that's where we from
Summer time cookout, open up the Johnny pumps
Baby I don't care if you just got your hair done
for my homies to celebrate the gang truce
And they about to throw a cook-out
So I'm puttin down the hump, we sailin on the look-out
For C.H.P., I was
go back.
You the one that prevent all the blow
Back. And you look out for the cook out
Even without a cookout you look out.
Raised your kids
get my power from a good knockout
Jumped in my Uber
Now sober
Driver did a burnout
Cause he’s a regular
Got a call from a friend about a cookout
Could have me a cookout
With all of this beef
Yea ima dog
But I'm really a beast
You know who she call
When she fall in them sheets
Them I'm falling thru
"Remember me, cousin?"
You the type to arrive at a cookout
You ain't get invited to
Then wonder why
They disliking you
Your hype man ain't even hyping you
cookout and eat yo food
Like I know yo cousins, flow dope, I bring white in like a neighborhood like a froyo coming
Bring it back like yo yo coming, im
no new bodies
My aunt's tickets hit, so steamed crabs and shit
A cookout , family and even the stickup kids
My pops at the grill, tapping folks,
thats all a nigga need (satisfied)
Put em in a bag like Im buyin these (checkout)
With some season all like Im fryin these (cookout)
Let em hit the blunts
can go to cookouts I'm talkin bout reunions
We can make bread girl I'm talking bout communion
And I'm meetin all of your expectations
Come to my crib
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