Cookout

Aye and my patna told me just get out ya feelings

Count bread come slide to the cook out

It ain't even no problem you ain't gotta worry my brother gon look out

And sometimes you gotta slow shit down and just take a look around

It ain't even that bad

Put in too much work

I had to get in my bag

With a T on the hat and a P in the ride

I never lied held it down when they wasn't committed

I rode the whip with the drugs that's illicit

We never lack when it's time to go get it

Big business