Big Body Kay - BBQ Lyrics

Oh shit
Ya
Ya
Ya
Big Body Kay
Glock like a BBQ I'm trying to cook your ribs up
Ya Glock like I'm AP I got my stick tucked
Ya dumb bitch wanna kill me she can't get enough
Ya Big Body Kay fat he'd never run
Ya bitch love my big belly and she kiss on it
Brand new whip 24 inch rims on it
Told me that they hopping on my dick bitch they been on it
Ya I swear all your shit weak I'm gonna snooze on it
Bitch wake me up
Ya I'm going hundred on the freeway I'm cutting up
I'm pushing mute on that bitch because she talk too much
Man your bitch kinda ugh I can't get it up
Man your bitch kinda nasty I don't wanna f*ck
Ya I got drank in my little brothers sippy cup
3 am in the morning I got a bowl of Capn Crunch
Ya they tryna check me into rehab because I sip too much
Bitch I'm breaking out
Ya I got this red beam on you like your breaking out
If you're pouring green in my cup then I'm going to pour it out
Ya I told my brother never sip that shit if I'm around
I need to catch my breath
Gen5 Glock 47 this shit hi-tech
Ya I got a high tolerance I ain't even high yet
Ya she said she wants me dead and gone bitch try again
Pour some Mad Dog on my body come to life again
Ya I got some hi-tech in my cup I'm trying to fly again
45 ACP bullet hit your diaphragm
Ya I said I'm done capping I'm probably going to lie again
I probably will lie
Big Body Kay I just ate an apple pie
If I remember right last bar I said I was going to lie
I'm going to let you walk away if you play your cards right
Set my cup in the shower ya it's a dirty Sprite
Ya I am never dropping this I'm going to hold it tight
Bitch don't kid around with me this isn't Fisher Price
Glock like a BBQ I'm trying to cook your ribs up
Ya Glock like I'm AP I got my stick tucked
Ya dumb bitch wanna kill me she can't get enough
Ya Big Body Kay fat he'd never run
Ya bitch love my big belly and she kiss on it
Brand new whip 24 inch rims on it
Told me that they hopping on my dick bitch they been on it
Ya I swear all your shit weak I'm gonna snooze on it
Got Unkie working in the trap like it's a sweat shop
Bitch pussy balder than an old man's head top
I'm going to let the dad bod out it's getting too hot
I don't pay Unkie with no money it's lines of Wock
Push the clutch in I got 6 speeds on it
Ya I don't chug the drank I slowly sip on it
Feeling like I'm Mike Jones my bitch tip on it
Ya you don't got no buzz little bitch be honest
If I get a cut on my arm I pour some lean on it
I can drop the hardest song I know they going to sleep on it
Your bitch trying to offer me head I don't want it
I really don't want that shit
F*ck
Shit
Alright cut the beat