BBQ Music lyrics

[Intro]
Just land all your beat, not let your b*tch go, n*gga

[Verse 1: Kasher Quon]
This the type of sh*t that a n*gga 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 di*k, 'cause they see me guilty
Big busty racks can see why they're lookin'

Take them back to the room, all them hoes f*ckin'
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 f*ck a boss, 'cause I can get them to a low number
See I'm up, now this b*tch want my number
But I've been contactin' her since last summer

Don't nobody f*ck with you, you're a well-known bluffer
And the b*tch you got cuffed, a well-known stuffer
That b*tch dirty, lil bro, I won't even touch her
She on the tip of my head, expectin' me to f*ck her
But I ain't pressed for that pus*y, 'cause I ain't no sucker
That's cool that the n*gga rap, but sh*t, f*ck your brother
'Cause I ain't hoppin' on the sh*t, 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 n*gga
Said she wanna f*ck 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 n*ggas
Young hothead, always with the cold b*tches
I ain't tryna let it see 'cause the pole with us
No girls in the bar, I poke n*ggas

Eighties locked up, ain't nobody dope dealers
I'd like to play who is you, I don't know n*ggas
Good di*k make a bad b*tch 304 n*gga
Backshots make a b*tch feel like a dope in her

Take a b*tch to the room with my family
Now she f*ck 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 b*tch
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 sh*t that make you wanna get rich
This's the type of sh*t that make a n*gga grind
Good drip, I could hit a n*gga b*tch
But I'ma hustle, 'cause it's money on my mind

This's the type of sh*t that's gon' get a n*gga rich
This's the sh*t that's gon' make a n*gga grind
Good drip, I can hit a n*gga b*tch
But I'ma hustle, 'cause it's money on my mind, b*tch