Cook Out Lyrics

Ayy, nigga

Niggas wanna live like this but don't know how to move

Big blues, Prada shoes

Ayy, watch where you steppin, bitch, these Prada shoes

These niggas finished, cooked, barbecued

Put em on the grill

I don't know about these niggas but we rich for real

She tryna fuck me in the club, told the bitch to chill

Ice on, fuck around and give the bitch the chills

Huh, nigga, what it's lookin' like

Young, rich nigga, that's what I'm lookin' like

Uh-huh, yeah, it's really lookin' like I'm in that mood

These niggas finished, cooked, barbecued

Nigga, it's a cookout

I'm in this bitch right now, get my chef on

They ain't see me comin, I'm the nigga that they slept on

Ayy, get the load, hit the road, get the rest gone

I pulled up in some fast, where the roof go?

I got bitches lappin' up, this a two-door

Gucci jacket, Gucci belt with the boots on

Ayy, stand on business every time, I need a suit on, nigga