Andre DeSaint - BBQ Weekend lyrics

[Verse] You ain't gotta cook baby girl cause I got this I can see the drive but real hustlers turn a profit Small city big dreams here goes the plot twist I'ma black out like a goth b**h Baby talk money you miss me with that nonsense If it's on site you must have took me outta context Like plagiarism, real talk I'm ashamed of n***as I'll be damned if a year from now we in the same position See she like a hard worker BBQ weekends I like a charred Burger Flip it smash it k** it that's a Shmurda Who did it? Some n***a you never heard of Now you can't get him outta your mind She think about my rhymes all the time And the back shots after Im here for the belt like Sting from the rafters Im just a dope n***a mistaken for rapper Wide range check the picture that captured b**h please, I whip it so aggressive Oh these hoes know the flow is so progressive No insurance better get you some protection Contraceptive or scheduled intervention I'm good on both sides, my n***a I'm ambidextrously The rare exception, b**h it's PayUp! on my necklace Originality comes hard will they accept it? Who the f** cares as long I stay respected You hear drums kicking piano right for this song We let it hum to ya, cause Blackstreet's what I'm on See this a duet, I'm fluent in these techniques I been proven to do this Cause b**h I'm Illin'!