Serena Isioma Cookout Lyrics

[Chorus]
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout

[Verse 1]
I'm tryna keep my energy
Tell these lame ass niggas stay away from me
Yuh yuh
People hate when they see
A young rich nigga doing different things
Better things makings moves oh my God
Imma pull up with my gang with my f*cking squad
Imma serenade your bitch with this damn guitar
Imma do anything that I f*cking 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 tussling
Keep my name out your mouth
You want beef I want smoke
It's a cookout
[Chorus]
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
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 [bleep]
Shoutout to my lawyer but
f*ck the whole state
f*ck 12
f*ck 12
f*ck 12
They just wanna put me in jail
But that ain't gonna happen 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 tussling
Keep my name out your mouth
You want beef I want smoke
It's a cookout

[Chorus]
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout (ahhh)
Pull up
Pull up to my cookout