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Cookout
Lookout
It's a family affair
Cookout
Lookout
Bring your trauma and your chairs
Cookout
Lookout
cll these passive aggressive stares, raw tension in the air, mutha fucka say a prayer
What!!!!
I'd done got my self in a situation
See I'm here because my best friend drew gave me the invitation
cnd boy the food is good but damn his families shoo
Like a reality show for families in Hollywood
You got uncle Rico sippin on Tito's
Only talks about himself fuckin slefish gringo
Got auntie on the grill one rib in her hand
cnd that BBL be poppin like she got an onlyfans
This that family fued live, I ain't talkin bout the show,
Buncha of shade burnt meat and some cold modelos
This family muy loco where's the freakin moto
You see Drew's got this cousin she be cookin like an oven I ain't talkin food or grubbin
It's that good good that I'm puffin
In the front yard ya we buzzin
Laughing at the garden gnome like it's trynna to start something
chhh shiiit im high as fuck man we better get back
But the parents brought up politics
shit it's a wrap
lm guessing drew is the normal one, , informal son, the golden child, a parents wet dream typa kid that makes his mama proud
Imma sit my high ass back
Watch these little kids run around like its track
Matter fact hey kid won't you scoop me some of that mac