Why DOMS, Why Mark & J DOMS - B.B.Q

Man how y'all gone invite DOMS & Mark
To the same barbecue
They gone throw hands on sight cuh
You know what I'm saying
Nigga pass me that Henny real quick
This my entertainment for the month
I'm too drunk to drive we in this bitch

You might catch me back in the backyard
I'm digging graves for niggas who saying I don't rap hard
It's six foot deep down socially distanced
Pocket full of posies but my jeans with the thickness
You thick bitch I added you to my wishlist
My wrist twist fluttering these diamonds a glistening
LP2 dropped but you hardly listened
Our next shit special like the solar eclipse is
Out this planet like I'm Samus cause a nigga rambling
Dismantling mechanics got me feeling like Bender did
I'm screwed up chop my face with the slo-mo
Razor blades to calculate wherever the coke go
Lines longer than a silent disco at Bonnaroo
Whoopsie daisy what I said when a dip my dick in your brew
Yeah I'm twisted slight demented with a dash of sickness
Get up off your ass like it's time to do the dishes

You can catch me back in the backyard
I'm not even that hard
But you know I rap hard
Heard somebody saying put em up
Told em try ya luck I'm up I'm up

I wasn't young enough
Feeling old as fuck
I wasn't tough enough
Now my goals are fucked
I never had the luck
I never lived the lux
So why they riding high and mighty like they whipping in trucks.
Yeah I'm cooler than a lot of these bastards
They wanna dress nice cause they wanna be rappers
Think they can ball so go play for the Raptors
When I approach all these bitches scatter I'm flatted
Calm yo ego down like can he be found
When his head so big all he is see is the clouds
And y'all act like clowns stuck with permanent frown
You treat your girl like Mario tell that bitch pipe down
I aint with that bullshit
Shot my shot I shot the full clip
Steady boolin at the Ruth's Chris
Bill was ruthless so we headed to the Hooters
Save yo bitching for the end next to the bloopers
It's a stream of consciousness
They gone hate me in the comments
Feeling like a comet sick with the vomit
Sick with the sick with the sick with the vomit

You can catch me back in the backyard
I'm not even that hard
But you know I rap hard
Heard somebody saying put em up
Told em try ya luck I'm up I'm up

Bitch I'm up
Put a nigga six feet see if I care
We at the B.B.Q heating up ribs and wings and shit
Just tryna have a good time
Be grateful nigga be thankful I don't beat your ass

Written by:
Jalen Spreitler, Mark Welch

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find