the cookout

and thats a round of applause

ladies and gentleman

i'd like to shout out taylor gang

and shout out my car keys

it's big business bitch

]

i'm just chillin

loccin

sippin

smokin like a g should yessir

on my fly old school shit whats that

clint eastwood

tell a friend bring a friend

its a cookout

we gon drink we gon smoke

we gon turn this bitch out

uh

roll another doobie

only papers

they be filled up with that ooh wee

let a g roll the og

then roll one for og

yeah thats the homie

ha

zig zags baby no leaf

actin like you know the wizzle man

thats my homie

ha

if thats gin nigga pour me

sippin slow

she go down slow like a slow leak

ha

cop the car from the dealer

pulled off thumbs up to the homie mac miller

yah

king kong young gorilla

my cup over flow with i'm a rhyme spilla

haha

all day mr. count it up

i lost count i don't ever think its enough

i get it hundred after hundred

so everything you did with the money i done done it

gone

uh

drop top

leather seats

tape deck playin

she a freak

it ain't about money

it ain't my language

don't know my name in memory of rick james bitch

you know that i'm a taylor though

so to the cops cartoon george which way'd he go?

shit

nigga i done blown 80 o's

then 80 o's

then 80 mo

in my lifetime no jay-z

just oz roll somethin smoke weed

drink liquor

double cups

no lean in it

fuck is up?

i tell her bitch i be airborne"