Cookout Lyrics

Aye and my patna told me just get out ya feelings

Count bread come slide to the cook out

It ain't even no problem you ain't gotta worry my brother gon look out

And sometimes you gotta slow shit down and just take a look around

It ain't even that bad

Put in too much work

I had to get in my bag

With a T on the hat and a P in the ride

I never lied held it down when they wasn't committed

I rode the whip with the drugs that's illicit

We never lack when it's time to go get it

Big business

Man I can't live life like a tenant

I fuck the world till my pockets get pregnant

Sliding south thru the north with my license suspended

On six-thirty-five where the windows get tinted

And these niggas is cancerous

Get the fuck from round me nigga

Don't even try to come round and drain my energy

M.O.B. till the death of me

Back then you wasn't there for me

Now you tryna come round get help from me

On the east of the border

You know the Migo get the revenue

I do more than leave pots with the residue

I can grant out the O.G.s a life that they never knew

I been running my racks and I keep em ahead of you

You been stuck in your place

I been doin my thing

Please don't act like you never knew

Aye and my patna told me just get out ya feelings

Count bread come slide to the cook out

It ain't even no problem you ain't gotta worry my brother gon look out

And sometimes you gotta slow shit down and just take a look around

It ain't even that bad

Put in too much work

I had to get in my bag

With a T on the hat and a P in the ride

I never lied held it down when they wasn't committed

I rode the whip with the drugs that's illicit

We never lack when it's time to go get it

Big business

Man I can't live life like a tenant

I fuck the world till my pockets get pregnant

Sliding south thru the north with my license suspended