Cookout Lyrics - Chevy Woods

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 

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 

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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 overflow with, 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! 

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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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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 

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