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 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 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