Cookout lyrics

[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna keep my energy
Tell these lame ass n*ggas stay away from me
Yuh, yuh
People hate when they see a young rich n*gga doin' different things
Better things, makin' moves, oh my God (Oh my God, oh my God)
I'ma pull up with my gang, with my f*cking squad (f*cking squad, f*cking squad)
I'ma serenade yo' b*tch with this damn guitar (This damn guitar, this damn guitar)
I'ma do anything that I f*cking want (I f*cking want, I f*cking 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

[Pre Chorus]
So when we gon' get to tusslin'?
Keep my name out yo' mouth
You want beef? I want smoke
It's a cookout
[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout

[Verse 2]
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-K
Shoutout to my lawyer but f*ck the whole state
f*ck 12, f*ck 12, f*ck 12, ayy, yeah
They just wanna put me in jail
But that ain't gonna happen, go to hell (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

[Pre Chorus]
So when we gon' get to tusslin'?
Keep my name out yo' mouth
You want beef? I want smoke
It's a cookout

[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout