Aunts n Uncles

[Intro: Chevy Woods] How y'all doing tonight? Sweet I'd like to welcome you all To the Cookout But I guess, um, if you in the building... you've been invited I'm the master chef, this is my homeboy... Chevy Woods [Chorus: Chevy Woods] I know I did some things that's wrong But still... you gots to love me So tell them haters they can keep on hating on Cause I know... they gots to love me [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number 735 doin a hundred, getting weeded while I drive Bet your bitch be trying to kick it, that's word from my homie Get a shovel if you dig it I show her Mr. Perfect, just to hit it over dinner She fucking with them vets, see them rings and we winners They rookies over there, you say you dont fuck with beginners You see, all these diamonds got you thinking of winter, and that's cold Game for you, let me roll a plane for you No room for your drive, how I hug the lane on you With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys They smiling in our face, but hate it all inside We just keep it cool and throw some pimping on And ride to some shit we did last night uh So cool, so fly, so taylor, am I? I'm high, why ask? Or die [Chorus: Chevy Woods] I know I did some things that's wrong But still... you gots to love me So tell them haters they can keep on hating on Cause I know... they gots to love me [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Uh, tell 'em all, fuck 'em all I'm in some shit, I don't know how much it costs In the game, play it hard Them haters just trying to catch one of my balls Not only selling out tours, I be shutting down malls My iPhone is full of important calls Soon as I get on a song, I turn the booth to a star And start shitting on niggas properly getting them figures Got so much gin in my liver, doctors say I need a break I'm rolling lots of weed and dropping cheese on real estate These niggas always say they real, but they ain't real they fake And I ain't never gave a fuck about they feelings I just say tell 'em all, fuck 'em all These niggas lame they don't get no trust at all In the game, play it hard When niggas send some shots your way, you won't duck em all, yeah [Chorus: Chevy Woods & (Wiz Khalifa)] I know I did some things that's wrong (And I'm not talking about bullets either, man, I don't advocate violence) But still... you gots to love me (We hooping, nigga! Yeah) So tell them haters they can keep on hating on (Keep talking, you bitch, you) Cause I know... they gots to love me [Outro: Wiz Khalifa] And you don't love it, your muh'fucking kids love it too That's real shit You can't escape this, man Stop trying It's like tryna outrun your shadow We right on your heels, nigga, look down Hahahahahaha Fucker!