The Cookout Lyrics

Hmph.

Alright.

Tell me how you working with the grams you can't work a beam.

Bitch.

I couldn't do a job cause I chose to scheme.

How the fuck you say you sipping drank never poured no green.

Don't you hate a ugly bougie bitch that wanna be seen?

Finna take this nigga beat so I can make a profit.

Black tech off a pair of wheats.

Bitch you know I got it.

Broke boy.

You aint got no motion you got dry pockets.

Pull up to the venue.

They like there go mr.deep pockets.

Do not text me asking for some Pape.

I dont look out.

Im the type to pull up to her crib.

Just to pull out.

I used to be a loser now im on.

Niggas shook now.

My white bitch stuff the beans.

She invited to the cookout.

He in a enterprise how the fuck you stunting when its rented?

The only way im riding in that whip is if its tinted.

Man im tired of all these lame niggas rapping like they been it.

Might cop a cuban link and bust it down.

Fuck a pendant.

I be capping to a bitch like you the only one I need.

When I walk into the club Amiri down off of creed.

I got money on my face Cartiers see the C's.

Cuz noided in the cut this nigga rolling off the E's.

I need a brand new whip my nigga lil just copped a key fob.

Quick promo if you want a bo.

Hit up 35.

The way that I be loading on the sites call me Steve Jobs.

Broke bitch called asking where Im at.

Im on the Eastside.

First time I poured a four I aint goin lie it had me leaning over.

Shout out to the youngest.

17 he ball like Dennis schroder.

You balling in the paint?

Bitch you cap boy you Rudy gobert.

Got in a different bag back when mas dropped the Range Rover.

The way the team balling through this bitch we caused a lockout.

The stu my second home bitch im chilling with my socks out.

I pulled up to the party 40 tripping with the Glock out.

Nigga this a message for the boys.

"Let the opps out".

If you aint with the drama stay at home.

Boy don't pop out.