Good Belt Gang - Hood BBQ lyrics

I just hold it got you for the love of the hood again And stop thinking what it could or what it should've been Cause it should've been came to my senses And knew that slop that I'm a king and I knew that Drink Jack designer belts with my nephew The younger n***as running town they gotta respect you They calling me OG and I'm cool with that Cause I always kept the 2 it was cool with that Cooking up now you just new to that f**ing in the staircase I'm used to that We don't f** with hookers we don't buy head My n***a [?] he want so [?] it all My OG n***as might Deuce and Timbo I'm a real n***a to talk with Don't bring a rack cause you might make it awkward See you n***as kids I ran with they grown up They once smoked with me f** it they've grown up This is the slide family we got it toned up Go ahead little n***a go roll up Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Couple bottles in a row that will get them going Fresh pair to religions with the triple showing b**hes love but they always say your boy bad Know my n***a's gun powder, Troy Ave For every shoot first real my n***a Everybody good bells good gun n***a I run the town tell the truth you my son n***a Ask around we the ones that get around n***a I'm from the town of the cars free [?] Young really I'm the G leader of the squad All my n***as gone soft while we going hard Good Belt Gang b**h here we on our squad Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque I said f**'em all motherf**'em all In the slot let me motherf**'em all Honey shots let me see you dump'em all Ass soon as they hit the duck Tell papi we want'em all The look you get from eldest No Zelda k**ed more than Griselda Want beef from hamburger your helper Take a light plain Airplanes no delta I held the doom and I hail my hand bag Good belt gang why sell my pants out? I don't speak much f** it I let my man Hard to land fast [?] Yeah boos talk homey Try me fit in my shoes you won't walk homey You get left get left rag we cooking out Slow from interlined we looking up Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque Should we go have a hood barbeque? Check the 5 to the dead end we barbeque Eyes on the grill we gonna barbeque I hope nobody's getting shot at the barbeque