"Cookout" lyrics

Ay my pops told me just get out ya feelings
Count bread, come slide to the cookout
It ain't even no problem
You ain't gotta worry, my brother gon' lookout
Sometimes you gotta slow shit down
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 p in the ride
I never lied
Held it down when they wasn't committed
I roll the whip with the drugs, that's ilicit
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

Ay, Sliding south thru the north til' my license suspended
On 635, where the windows get tinted
Man these niggas is cancerous
Get the fuck from round me nigga
Don't even try to come round and drain my energy
MOB till the death of me
Back then you wasn't there for me
Now you tryna come round, get the hell 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 just granted the OGs a life that they never knew
I be running my racks and I keep it ahead of you
You been stuck in your place, I been doing my thing
Please don't act like you never knew

Ay my pop told me just get out ya feelings
Count bread, come slide to the cookout
It ain't even no problem
You ain't gotta worry, my brother gon' lookout
Sometimes you gotta slow shit down
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 p in the ride
I never lied
Held it down when they wasn't committed
I roll the whip with the drugs, that's ilicit
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
Ay, sliding south thru the north with my license suspended