BBQ Music

Lyrics

[Intro] Just land all your beat, not let your bitch go, nigga [Verse 1: Kasher Quon] This the type of shit that a nigga just to vibe to Ride in the whip, lay back, and get high to When they see you gettin' money, they'll try you But I don't trip, I got more sticks than a bamboo It's 94 outside, and all the hoes lookin' It's a thousand block parties, everybody Grown hoes on my dick, 'cause they see me guilty Big busty racks can see why they're lookin' Take them back to the room, all them hoes fuckin' If you gotta play your team, then them hoes stuffin' Ride 'til the wheels fall, man, them hoes comin' I'm tryna drop an icy chain, I got my nose runnin' I make bands every day, 'cause I know somethin' She fuck a boss, 'cause I can get them to a low number See I'm up, now this bitch want my number But I've been contactin' her since last summer Don't nobody fuck with you, you're a well-known bluffer And the bitch you got cuffed, a well-known stuffer That bitch dirty, lil bro, I won't even touch her She on the tip of my head, expectin' me to fuck her But I ain't pressed for that pussy, 'cause I ain't no sucker That's cool that the nigga rap, but shit, fuck your brother 'Cause I ain't hoppin' on the shit, I need a couple hundred [?] I let him hold the hundred [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] Baby keep telling me she ain't no gold digger 'Cause I got more money than her old nigga Said she wanna fuck with me, 'cause my pole bigger No one of ones on me, I'm a dope dealer No one of ones with me, mildly blow niggas Young hothead, always with the cold bitches I ain't tryna let it see 'cause the pole with us No girls in the bar, I poke niggas Eighties locked up, ain't nobody dope dealers I'd like to play who is you, I don't know niggas Good dick make a bad bitch 304 nigga Backshots make a bitch feel like a dope in her Take a bitch to the room with my family Now she fuck with the king, think she fancy Lil' baby go to school, she so classy Come home, through 'em all, she so nasty Baby ass fatter than a bitch She know I got hoes, it don't matter when you rich Swish, I'm in the game, they're fish All of my hoes know they can't give me kiss This's the type of shit that make you wanna get rich This's the type of shit that make a nigga grind Good drip, I could hit a nigga bitch But I'ma hustle, 'cause it's money on my mind This's the type of shit that's gon' get a nigga rich This's the shit that's gon' make a nigga grind Good drip, I can hit a nigga bitch But I'ma hustle, 'cause it's money on my mind, bitch