Cookout

Lyrics

[Intro] Rude, we got a nephew Rudey nephew 2021, all rude Matter of fact, chasing dollars in Monaco, that's France, to be exact, you know what I'm saying? Across the water Ha-ha-ha, slatt [?] right now [Chorus] Hold up, you can't be for real (Yeah), I cannot stress about none of these bitches Diamonds, they keep me on chill (Yeah), I'm trying to stack these racks up to the ceiling I need me a lot, not a lil' (Yeah), I'm pouring up codeine, I'm cracking the seal What's in my cup? That's a oil spill (Yeah), I'm on the moon I'm Neil (Yeah) Shorty wanna fuck with me, she wanna come over, she wanna know how I live (Know how I live) I told her that I got a minute to spare, right after, I gotta dip (I gotta dip) I told lil' shorty that she bad as hell, I swear that her looks could kill (Her looks could kill) And that lil' boy, he keep talking 'bout beef, we put him right on the grill (Right on the grill) [Verse] My diamonds, they hitting, look how they attack I'm not Lil B, but I stay with the pack Do not play tennis, but stay with them racks Just like a soldier, that K on my back Ain't with the gang, you can't hang where we at If I draw down, then I smoke a new pack He do something to me, he on a new tat I'm in your city, I'm on a new jet I got money, got a new Scat pack I'm finna pick me up this little nat I spent a petty rack, get it right back I spent a petty rack, get it right back Walk into Saks, I get it right off the rack, yeah Shorty a giraffe, I just want her neck, yeah, woah [Chorus] Hold up, you can't be for real (Yeah), I cannot stress about none of these bitches Diamonds, they keep me on chill (Yeah), I'm trying to stack these racks up to the ceiling I need me a lot, not a lil' (Yeah), I'm pouring up codeine, I'm cracking the seal What's in my cup? That's a oil spill (Yeah), I'm on the moon like I'm Neil (Yeah) Shorty wanna fuck with me, she wanna come over, she wanna know how I live (Know how I live) I told her that I got a minute to spare, right after, I gotta dip (I gotta dip) I told lil' shorty that she bad as hell, I swear that her looks could kill (Her looks could kill) And that lil' boy, he keep talking 'bout beef, we put him right on the grill (Right on the grill)