Cookout

Started with 8ths now I might block you if you asked for that
Send you to my lil mans he getting money too he might laugh at that
Tryna keep up with this drip this bitch don had an athsma attack
Really lit we with the shit make it flip just like an acrobat

Hustlin is a mind state but I swear the shit a job too
Youngin starving he get hungry enough he might rob you
Give it up... DONT fight back shit you might die too
Shooter with a stick bout 6 ft he only 5"2

Dutch through the times know it's papers if I'm Ina rush
Spinnin in an automatic haters shift em thru the clutch
ATM we run the trains nah we never do the bus
Ben franks from the bank these blues never new to us

Jack ain't No disrespect this shit right here... whole sale
Stack my frito lays scoop em up it's like it's rotel
Back seat thru the window blicky we gon peak at you
Louie duffle yellow hurcaan it's like it's pikachu
Dream chasin with the crew Miami for a week or two
43 extendo on the gloc I might sleep a foo
Tryna gang with the coons fools they gone need a noose
Landslide opps they get dropped I can't see a truce
Jaja in that the jimmy choo
Big Glizzy
Plus Femi too
JB jay Stackz
Bitches inda Bach We got plenty Lute
1942 clase azul plus that henny too
Tell her anything She wanna hear this shit habitual

Started w 8ths now I might block you if you asked for that
Send you to my lil mans he getting money too he might laugh at that
Tryna keep up with this drip this bitch don had an athsma attack
Really lit we with the shit make it flip just like an acrobat

Hustlin is a mind state but I swear the shit a job too
Youngin starving he get hungry enough he might rob you
Give it up... DONT fight back you might die too
Shootah with a stick bout 6 ft he only 5"2



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Writer(s): Christian Walker
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