You're Invited

You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout Draped up and dripped out Know what I'm talking bout Tennessee whiskey getting snuck up in this cookout Baby cousin growing up on the lookout He wanna to the east coast I told him good looks now Back then they didn't want me Now we hot they all on me I'm Gettin all the fees from my good looks now Tell mama I'm a first round draft pick now Neighbors think I'm selling dope So tell them come get they fix now Who got big six, who gone renig Who gone make you draw 4 over and over again Who cousin in dem shorts showin' all that melanin Who uncle on the grill tell him don't burn the ribs You can have the BLT I want the green You know I don't play it straight I want the lean You know what I mean Just tell them you wit me QuincyT what it be You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout Pullin up wit buckets no chicken My cousin got a Benzi moving chickens And we ain't never trying to save no chickens Looking for big mama like where the chicken At the fish fry I'll die Drop by the end of night We be rolling deep Kinfolk rolling all night Stepping out in 11's because them hoes fire Might throw on the 4's I love them even more Mama 1 of 13 daddy 1 of 7 Got twenty eleven-teen cousins I was destined for greatness Ever since I was 20 I told them I'll do better I ain't been home in awhile So tonight I'm down for whatever I tell you what my bro sippin' a bud My other bro smokin' bud And I'm just looking for bud Sister still charging people up If don't know lingo You don't know the people we know Which means we ain't Kinfolk But that can all change in a minute tho You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout You invited to the cookout