Cookout lyrics
And that's a round of applause
Ladies and gentleman I'd like to shout out Taylor Gang And shout out my car keys It's big business bitch. [Chevy Woods - Chorus] I'm just chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke We gon' turn this bitch out [Chevy Woods - Verse 1] Roll another doobie Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee Let a G roll the OG, than roll one for OG Yeah that's the homie Zig zags baby no leaf Acting like you know the Wizzle man, that's my homie If that's gin nigga, pour me Sippin' slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf Cop the car from the dealer Pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow with? spilla All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don't ever think it's enough I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it Gone! [Chevy Woods - Chorus] I'm just chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke We gon' turn this bitch out [Chevy Woods - Verse 2] Drop top, leather seats Tape deck playing, she a freak It aint about money, it aint my language Don't know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch! You know that I'm a Taylor tho? So to the cops Cartoon George "which way'd he go?" Shit, n-gga I did blew 80 O's, the 80∲s O's the 80 mo' In my lifetime, No Jay Z Just Oz's, roll something, smoke weed. Drink liquor, double cups No lean in it, f-ck is up. I tell her "bitch, I be airborne" Then in a minute in my lap where her hair gone She Keep it G, she love a n-gga I tell her chill, I'm f-cking witcha [Chevy Woods - Chorus] I'm just chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke We gon' turn this bitch out I'ma roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood I'm gon roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3] Uh, best board the time machine bitch You can write a movie off the shit I done seen Rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green Smoking while I'm rapping n-gga, don't get no time between Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see I'll show you how to get your money up and get high as me Talk to my Dad the other day said he proud of me My girl says she found 30 racks when she found my jeans I told her blow it, like her nose was running What you hatin' me for fam, get some hoes or something N-ggas know me for twisting a whole key F-ck around I might charge you a O or something I'm a let you hold it and you owe us nothing It's the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin' Got a projecter in the crib like nino N-ggas aint gotta talk about it, we know. [Chevy Woods - Chorus] I'm just chilling, loc'ing, sipping, smoking Like a G Should On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood Tell a friend, bring a friend, it's a Cookout We gon' drink, we gon' smoke We gon' turn this bitch out I'ma roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood I'm gon roll one up, and you should We gon' smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
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