BBQ lyrics

by

Metro Boomin


[Intro]
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, yeah, Tay Keith (Word), Tay Keith (BlocBoy)
Tay Keith (BlocBoy, Tay Keith, Tay Keith, Tay Keith, Tay Keith, ayy)

[Chorus]
Who is you talkin' to? Turn you to barbecue
Keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma spark at you
Lie to my face like you gettin' cake
pus*y boy, show me a dollar, fool
You shinin', that's how I spotted you
Them diamonds, I gotta get off you
That's a closed casket, put him in a basket
Headliner, it's breaking news

[Verse]
Smoking on dope, chilling with the guys
While you at work pullin' five to nines
I'd rather go pull me a crime
Or hit the club throwin' up signs
n*gga diss crip then he dying
I got two white hoes snorting up lines
But I don't do dope drugs
But I'ma f*ck on both of 'em
Stack my hundreds, n*gga no ones
I don't really f*ck with no one
Super Saiyan on these n*ggas
I might turn into a Gohan
Got my hand on the trigger
n*gga playin', shoot both of 'em
n*gga playin', shoot both of 'em
n*gga playin', shoot both of 'em
Shoot a fire with both arms
What is you sayin'?
Can't make demand, we used to do store runs
And your daddy is a b*tch
'Cause he got his ass kicked by Grandpa Joe's son
Young n*gga you a ho's son
And you gon' have a ho's son
And it's really f*cked up
When y'all getting locked up, y'all can't make no bond
[Chorus]
Who is you talkin' to? Turn you to barbecue
Keep talkin' sh*t, I'ma spark at you
Lie to my face like you gettin' cake
pus*y boy, show me a dollar, fool
You shinin', that's how I spotted you
Them diamonds, I gotta get off you
That's a closed casket, put him in a basket
Headliner, it's breaking news
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