Cookout - Wiz Khalifa

And thats 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 b**ch
I'm just chilling loc'ing sipping smoking
Like a G Should
Tell a friend bring a friend its a Cookout
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
We gon' turn this b**ch out
Roll another doobie
Let a G roll the OG than 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 ni**a 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 gorillia
My cup overflow with 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
I'm just chilling loc'ing sipping smoking
Like a G Should
Tell a friend bring a friend its a Cookout
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
We gon' turn this b**ch 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 B**ch
You know that I'm a Taylor tho
So to the cops Cartoon George
Which way'd he go
The 80′s O's the 80 mo'
In my lifetime No Jay Z
Just Oz's roll something smoke w**d
Drink liquor double cups
I tell her “* I be airborne”
Then in a minute in my lap where her hair gone
I'm just chilling loc'ing sipping smoking
Like a G Should
Tell a friend bring a friend its a Cookout
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
We gon' turn this b**ch out
I'ma roll one up and you should
Clint Eastwood
I'm gon roll one up and you should
Clint Eastwood
Uh best board the time machine b**ch
You can write a movie off
The sh*t I done seen
Rolling them Khalifa papers up
With all kinds of green
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
You a O or something
I'm a let you hold it and you owe us nothing
Its the sh*t I be smoking so be carefull
How you roll it when you cuffin'
Got a projecter in the crib like nino
I'm just chilling loc'ing sipping smoking
Like a G Should
Tell a friend bring a friend its a Cookout
We gon' drink we gon' smoke
We gon' turn this b**ch out