The Cookout (Grillin') Lyrics

Yeah, y'all know y'all finna lose on this table, right

We going a yard, baby

Hey, bring me one of them Coronas

Nah, I don't want no barbecue sauce

(Grilling) Aye, don't think y'all slick. I see all over there

(Grilling) Throwing signals across the table, man. Chill out

(Grilling) Yeah, make sure I get a piece of that, that look crazy

(Grilling) Man, y'all better not hit me with them water balloons

(Grilling) Where the hell with the bottles, though?

I'm tired of drinking this beer

(Grilling) Them ribs smacking

(Grilling) Okay, it's starting to look thick about to cook out

Everybody lit up at the cookout

(Grilling) Talking hella shit up at the cookout

Yeah, you know how we get up at the cookout

(Grilling) You know, we playing cards at the cookout

All the dogs in the yard for the cookout

(Griling) And you don't want no probs at the cookout

Cuz you know I brought the squad to the cookout

(Grilling) Kids practicing gymnastics at the cookout

I might bust a backflip at the cookout

(Grilling) We bout to take hella shots at the cookout

I'm trying to figure why you not at the cookout

(Grilling) We got potato salad. We got pork and beans

(Grilling) We got rack of lamb. We got chicken wings

(Grilling) We got candied yams. We got mac and cheese

Hold up! Who the fuck ate all the collard greens

(Grilling) Man, they getting started at the cookout

It's bout to turn into a party at the cookout

(Grilling) Damn, he got slapped like a bitch at the cookout

You'd have thought Will Smith's at the cookout

(Grilling) Shit, that nigga feeling tried at the cookout

Shots fired! Someone died at the cookout

Oh shit

Damn

Damn, he just lit that nigga up

Fuck, man, niggas always gotta fuck the function up

C'mon, it's another one anyway