"Cookout" lyrics

Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout

I'm tryna keep my energy
Tell these lame ass niggas stay away from me
Yuh yuh
People hate when they see
A young rich nigga doing different things
Better things makings moves oh my God
Imma pull up with my gang with my fucking squad
Imma serenade your bitch with this damn guitar
Imma do anything that I fucking want
Yuh yuh
I do not sip lean
I don't sip Robbitussin but I keep these functions bussin'
On God 'cause I love him

So when we gon' get to tussling
Keep my name out your mouth
You want beef I want smoke
It's a cookout

Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout

Catch me in the street
I be muggin' mean
Money's what I bleed
Call me Dollar Tree
I just beat my case
Free Tay (bleep)
Shoutout to my lawyer but
Fuck the whole state
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
They just wanna put me in jail
But that ain't gonna happen go to hell
No more L's unless it's lemonade
Got my gang with me
Got bae with me
You can hang with me

So when we gon' get to tussling
Keep my name out your mouth
You want beef I want smoke
It's a cookout

Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout