B.B.Q ft. Why Mark & J DOMS Lyrics

Man how y'all gone invite DOMS & Mark

To the same barbecue

They gone throw hands on sight cuh

You know what I'm saying

Nigga pass me that Henny real quick

This my entertainment for the month

I'm too drunk to drive we in this bitch

You might catch me back in the backyard

I'm digging graves for niggas who saying I don't rap hard

It's six foot deep down socially distanced

Pocket full of posies but my jeans with the thickness

You thick bitch I added you to my wishlist

My wrist twist fluttering these diamonds a glistening

LP2 dropped but you hardly listened

Our next shit special like the solar eclipse is

Out this planet like I'm Samus cause a nigga rambling

Dismantling mechanics got me feeling like Bender did

I'm screwed up chop my face with the slo-mo

Razor blades to calculate wherever the coke go

Lines longer than a silent disco at Bonnaroo

Whoopsie daisy what I said when a dip my dick in your brew

Yeah I'm twisted slight demented with a dash of sickness

Get up off your ass like it's time to do the dishes

You can catch me back in the backyard

I'm not even that hard

But you know I rap hard

Heard somebody saying put em up

Told em try ya luck I'm up I'm up

I wasn't young enough

Feeling old as fuck

I wasn't tough enough

Now my goals are fucked

I never had the luck

I never lived the lux

So why they riding high and mighty like they whipping in trucks.

Yeah I'm cooler than a lot of these bastards

They wanna dress nice cause they wanna be rappers

Think they can ball so go play for the Raptors

When I approach all these bitches scatter I'm flatted

Calm yo ego down like can he be found

When his head so big all he is see is the clouds

And y'all act like clowns stuck with permanent frown

You treat your girl like Mario tell that bitch pipe down

I aint with that bullshit

Shot my shot I shot the full clip

Steady boolin at the Ruth's Chris

Bill was ruthless so we headed to the Hooters

Save yo bitching for the end next to the bloopers

It's a stream of consciousness

They gone hate me in the comments

Feeling like a comet sick with the vomit

Sick with the sick with the sick with the vomit

You can catch me back in the backyard

I'm not even that hard

But you know I rap hard

Heard somebody saying put em up

Told em try ya luck I'm up I'm up

Bitch I'm up

Put a nigga six feet see if I care

We at the B.B.Q heating up ribs and wings and shit

Just tryna have a good time

Be grateful nigga be thankful I don't beat your ass