Serena Isioma
Cookout
[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna keep my energy
Tell these lame ass n***as stay away from me
Yuh, yuh
People hate when they see a young rich n***a doin' different things
Better things, makin' moves, oh my God (Oh my God, oh my God)
I'ma pull up with my gang, with my fucking squad (Fucking squad, fucking squad)
I'ma serenade yo' bitch with this damn guitar (This damn guitar, this damn guitar)
I'ma do anything that I fucking want (I fucking want, I fucking want)
Yuh, yuh
I do not sip lean
I don't sip Robbitussin but I keep these functions bussin'
On God, 'cause I love him

[Pre Chorus]
So when we gon' get to tusslin'?
Keep my name out yo' mouth
You want beef? I want smoke
It's a cookout
[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout

[Verse 2]
Catch me in the street, I be muggin' mean
Money's what I bleed, call me Dollar Tree
I just beat my case, Free Tay-K
Shoutout to my lawyer but fuck the whole state
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, ayy, yeah
They just wanna put me in jail
But that ain't gonna happen, go to hell (Go to hell)
No more L's unless it's lemonade
Got my gang with me, got bae with me
You can hang with me

[Pre Chorus]
So when we gon' get to tusslin'?
Keep my name out yo' mouth
You want beef? I want smoke
It's a cookout

[Chorus]
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout (Ah)
Pull up, pull up to my cookout