BBQ
(专辑: GetBackGang 2 - 2019)
Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt (Skrrt, skrrt) Beat was for Tadoe He ain't do it, though Guess who got it now Ayy, ayy, ayy... [Chief Keef:] Whatcha talking 'bout, Willis? I
can't wear my white Amiris, I
got cheese on my fingers (Ayy) Smoking dopey-dope dope Done, done, done is weed man, but I
be with my villains (Bloods) Skrrt-skrrt, I'm peeling Finna pull up, mark the
spot, this ain't no fucking R
Chronic (Bang) Okay, since we cooking beef Okay, since we cooking beef, I'ma need a
large skillet (Ayy) If he a
dog, then we China Thirty five shots, that's Cinco de Mayo, ayy Named both guns, David and Goliath, ayy Who tryna get high? My old head fire, ayy You ever seen a
XO spit out fire? Told her hold on, exhausted, bitch, I'm tired, ayy She gave me a
gram, told me J.R. Rider, ayy I
beat 99 and they all light up Turn his brain to some barbecue She asked me what I
like, baby, I
pick you And he live with his mama but he telling you That his pockets is filled and his garage is too Who is these niggas? I
don't know you Donald Trump building a
wall, go run into it Rollie on my hand and a
gun is, too Bitch, I
feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it" [Lil Reese:] I
pull up with them young foolies aiming at you Too many niggas riding, they knowing what it do Just blew fifty thousand, made it back times two I
put them shooters on your ass, you ain't knowing who (Nah) That GetBack have 'em blue (Blue) Niggas better pick a
side, niggas better choose My side, we don't lose (Lose) My side pack them tools (Tools) If he with the
opps, then he a
opp, we gon' show him what it do Fuck around turn his brains to some barbecue I'm like hold on bro, stand down, let me get him, let me shoot Sosa got GetBackGang with him, too All my niggas they gang, it ain't no fufu Niggas killing hoes, that's so fu [Chief Keef:] Turn his brain to some barbecue She asked me what I
like, baby, I
pick you And he live with his mama but he telling you That his pockets is filled and his garage is too Who is these niggas? I
don't know you Donald Trump building a
wall, go run into it Rollie on my hand and a
gun is, too Bitch, I
feel like Waka Flocka, "Oh, let's do it"