Chevy Woods - Ca**ette lyrics

Oh you got some friends too Sweet We're just like the cookout you know drink a little bit Smoke a few ooh It's more than music you n***as think it's nothing all Got you b**h on my line is she wishin I call Total looking the sky baby wish on a star Ain't no mission impossible 'cause my mission accomplished, Ya now rocking with the most underrated But your main girls favourite So she invited to a Taylor Gang event all the champagne poppin All the 100 dollars spent you no You never been so I guess not, They sleepin on a n***a like truckers at truck stops From a dollar so I guess this what the buck stops Pull up like mmmh I need it off the car lot My diamonds say a lot I don't talk too much The wide face big sort of like hockey puck What up full gang a couple cool chains Tgog that's how I do Thangs... [Hook:] You know you rock it with the best little mama Them other n**sa they cool Until I pull up the s**a players s** em from the taylors' And they like uuh, layy Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go.yaa... I'm just drinkin creeping Smoking while I'm rapping b**h That's cheifin' while I'm speaking in the deep end Got my feet in Plus all my n***a stacking don't know what you n***as thinking Brought a couple friends I brought a couple friends so you should meet them You tired I got some pijamas for you to sleep in I'm rockin Balenciaga the models all give me proper's In fashion n***as say I'm light years pa**ing n***as Who wanna grind who got it locked Go ahead and ask these n***as who want my shine I'm way too boojie for these nasty n***as I'm rolling up my trees and pa**ed the weed right pa**ed these n***as 'Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain't ask me n***a [Hook:] You know you rock it with the best little mama The other n***a they cool Until I pull up the s**a players s** em from the Taylors' And they like uuh, man Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go... yeah Don't spill my liquor b**h They got a cold I'll be on some sicker sh** Like bless you n***as who hated on me I got that car she in the bed she waiting on me Tryin something yeah you would get a hollow head Let the town talk sheavy get a lot of bread I'm really bout it and you just playing game My n***as got a lot of years and they ain't sayin names I just pull up on some Taylor sh** Gater sh** old school player sh** Just to look in your eye you on some hater sh** 'Cause I'm on my grind on some Big Jerm skater sh** Poor some more cups it's the players ball You ain't invited 'cause you ain't playin at all You b**h getting loose... off a cup of juice I ain't' gotta lie sh** you see the truth It's proof [Hook:] You know you rock it with the best little mama Them other n***as they cool Until I pull up the s**a players s** em from the Taylors' And they like uuh, man Until a green light, that's the only way I go Baby you welcome to the cook out That's if you wanna go yeah