Cookout

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] 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 [Chorus: Chevy Woods] 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, its a Cookout We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke We gon’ turn this bitch out [Verse 1: Chevy Woods] Roll another doobie Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee Let a G roll the OG, then 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 gorilla My cup overfloweth, I'mma rhyme spilla' All day Mr. Count It Up I lost count I don’t ever think its enough I get it 100 after 100 So everything you did with that money I done done it Gone! [Chorus: Chevy Woods] 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, its a Cookout We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke We gon’ turn this bitch out [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] Drop top, leather seats Tape deck playing, she a freak It ain't about money, it ain't 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, nigga 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, fuck 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 nigga I tell her chill, I’m fucking witcha [Chorus: Chevy Woods] 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, its a Cookout We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke We gon’ turn this bitch out [Bridge: Chevy Woods] I’ma roll one up, as you should We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood I’m gon roll one up, as you should We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] 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 nigga, 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 Niggas know me for twisting a whole ki Fuck around I might charge you a O or something I’m a let you hold it and you owe us nothing Its the shit I be smoking so be careful how you roll it when you cuffin’ Got a projecter in the crib like nino Niggas ain't gotta talk about it, we know [Chorus: Chevy Woods] 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, its a Cookout We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke We gon’ turn this bitch out [Bridge: Chevy Woods] I’ma roll one up, as you should We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood I’m gon roll one up, as you should We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood