
The Cookout Yuno Miles
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[Intro]
([?])
[Chorus]
My family 'bout to have a cookout but I’m not invited
'Cause last time I went, we all left with bed bugs
I remember how they got it, everybody gave me a hug
They say, “What’s that on your shirt?” I said, “Oh, it’s just a bug”
They didn’t know that I just gave they ass bedbugs
Cut the bottom of my brother’s shoes off, now he walking on the ground
[Verse 1]
Went online to use my momma card and bought a cow
[Refrain]
My grandma looking like she mad, I think she remember how I ran off on her
[Verse 2]
I remember when somebody stole my granddad 4500 dollars and coffee
It was me but don’t you tell my grandma, she gon’ get mad
I remember when me and the eye doctor got off on my grandma
We sold her a pair of reading glasses, she thought they was prescription
Made my momma’s shoes pointy so she could fall and trip
Pulled up to the cookout and I smelt like shit
Last time I went to the cookout, I left with all the food
Niggas not taking shit from me, nigga, you have to fight
([?])
[Chorus]
My family 'bout to have a cookout but I’m not invited
'Cause last time I went, we all left with bed bugs
I remember how they got it, everybody gave me a hug
They say, “What’s that on your shirt?” I said, “Oh, it’s just a bug”
They didn’t know that I just gave they ass bedbugs
Cut the bottom of my brother’s shoes off, now he walking on the ground
[Verse 1]
Went online to use my momma card and bought a cow
[Refrain]
My grandma looking like she mad, I think she remember how I ran off on her
[Verse 2]
I remember when somebody stole my granddad 4500 dollars and coffee
It was me but don’t you tell my grandma, she gon’ get mad
I remember when me and the eye doctor got off on my grandma
We sold her a pair of reading glasses, she thought they was prescription
Made my momma’s shoes pointy so she could fall and trip
Pulled up to the cookout and I smelt like shit
Last time I went to the cookout, I left with all the food
Niggas not taking shit from me, nigga, you have to fight
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