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