Quincy Thomas - You're Invited Lyrics

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