xoxofaso - Backyard Cookout Lyrics

Come through bet the shit get real hot
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Pro Tools make the whole room Diddy Bop
Bust it down to the floor when the Henny pop
Lil Mama love the backyard cookout
Everybody try to hide when the crooks out
Had the pack in my backpack books out
Everybody makin’ money off the nook now
It’s part 2 and I still got ‘em shook huh
I took the elevator tryna get the views huh
She wanna settle in but I don’t got the room huh
I tell Corey get the money make it move huh
Yeah, yeah
Make it move huh
Yeah, yeah
She make it move
I know she got some knowledge cause she graduated school
I am not the problem I got everything to lose
I only move with bitches who cooperate in two’s
I am the result of having everything improved
Why I gotta keep a watch on everybody moves
I get calibrated images of everything they do
Yeah
Everything they do
Yeah
Everything they do
I know they really wanna walk a mile in my shoes
I know they really wanna see me lying in a tomb
I just took the molly and I ship it to the moon
I don’t got a problem watchin’ other people lose
Everybody worried ‘bout what other people do
I am not the problem I get everything I choose
I just —
Come through bet the shit get real hot
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Pro Tools make the whole room Diddy Bop
Bust it down the floor when the Henny pop
Bust it to the floor when the Henny pop
Bust it to the floor when the Henny pop
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Bust it down to the floor
Yeah
And that’s 6 by 3
I do 25 to life if they wanna fuck with me
I got a problem gettin pussy and that’s fine by me
I tip the world on my hand make it spin like Ming
Got yo bitch on my lap wanna sing my songs
Put the kid on the map had it mapped out wrong
Couple links in the gap had to write my own
Couple choruses I wrote cause y’all don’t write ya’ll songs
Yeah
This how you feel when you came up from nothing
Made her cum and licked the plate boy that pussy is somethin’
My accountant know I got it so give me a budget
That ain’t enough you better make it cause nothing is fronted
That’s the kinda shit that’ll spoil my tummy
I don’t ask em the questions because they answer funny
I don’t show up at meetings unless the money comin’
I don’t grow up for nothin’ they call me Benny Button
Woah
And I can hold my own
Tell my security to back the fuck off my toes
And you could tell we in the party by the x ‘s and o’s
And any bitch in the vicinity is taking me home
Yeah
At the backyard cookout
Everybody love me cause they know we hard to book now
Yeah
And you know we got ‘em shook now
Yeah you know we got ‘em shook

Come through bet the shit get real hot
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Pro Tools make the whole room Diddy Bop
Bust it down to the floor when the Henny pop
Lil Mama love the backyard cookout
Everybody try to hide when the crooks out
Had the pack in my backpack books out
Everybody makin’ money off the nook now
It’s part 2 and I still got ‘em shook huh
I took the elevator tryna get the views huh
She wanna settle in but I don’t got the room huh
I tell Corey get the money make it move huh
Yeah, yeah
Make it move huh
Yeah, yeah
She make it move
I know she got some knowledge cause she graduated school
I am not the problem I got everything to lose
I only move with bitches who cooperate in two’s
I am the result of having everything improved
Why I gotta keep a watch on everybody moves
I get calibrated images of everything they do
Yeah
Everything they do
Yeah
Everything they do
I know they really wanna walk a mile in my shoes
I know they really wanna see me lying in a tomb
I just took the molly and I ship it to the moon
I don’t got a problem watchin’ other people lose
Everybody worried ‘bout what other people do
I am not the problem I get everything I choose
I just —
Come through bet the shit get real hot
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Pro Tools make the whole room Diddy Bop
Bust it down the floor when the Henny pop
Bust it to the floor when the Henny pop
Bust it to the floor when the Henny pop
Old tunes like a old school kids bop
Bust it down to the floor
Yeah
And that’s 6 by 3
I do 25 to life if they wanna fuck with me
I got a problem gettin pussy and that’s fine by me
I tip the world on my hand make it spin like Ming
Got yo bitch on my lap wanna sing my songs
Put the kid on the map had it mapped out wrong
Couple links in the gap had to write my own
Couple choruses I wrote cause y’all don’t write ya’ll songs
Yeah
This how you feel when you came up from nothing
Made her cum and licked the plate boy that pussy is somethin’
My accountant know I got it so give me a budget
That ain’t enough you better make it cause nothing is fronted
That’s the kinda shit that’ll spoil my tummy
I don’t ask em the questions because they answer funny
I don’t show up at meetings unless the money comin’
I don’t grow up for nothin’ they call me Benny Button
Woah
And I can hold my own
Tell my security to back the fuck off my toes
And you could tell we in the party by the x ‘s and o’s
And any bitch in the vicinity is taking me home
Yeah
At the backyard cookout
Everybody love me cause they know we hard to book now
Yeah
And you know we got ‘em shook now
Yeah you know we got ‘em shook