Lyrics Cookout - Chevy Woods , Wiz Khalifa

A nice round of applause
Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to shout out Taylor Gang
And shout out my car keys, haha it's big business bitch.
I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit. Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend. its a Cookout
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke we gon' turn this bitch out.
Roll another doubie
Only papers baby fill it with that oh-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 thats gin nigga, pour me
sippin' slow she go down slow like a slow leak
cop the car from the dealer
pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller
King kong young gorillia, my cup overfloweth, i'm a rhyme spiller
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.
I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool 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 aint about money, it aint my language
Don't know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch
You know that I'm a Taylor Dog
So to the cops Cartoon George "which way'd he go?"
Shit, nigga I done blew 80 O's, then 80s O's, then 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 goin'
She Keep it G, she love a nigga
I tell her chill, I'm fucking witcha
I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool 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'mma roll one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
I'mma roll one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
Just parked 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 when I'm rapping niggas 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
Talked 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 hating me for fam get some hoes or something
Niggas know me for twisting a whole key
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 carefull how you roll it when you cuffin
Got a projecter in the crib like nino
Niggas aint gotta talk about it, we know.
Taylor Gang we are heros. Motherf**ker
I'm just chilling, loking, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool 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'm gon roll one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood
I'm gon roll one up, and you should
We gon' smoke old school joints, clint eastwood