Mouf - BBQ Weekend [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 bitch
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 niggas
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 kill it that's a Shmurda
Who did it? Some nigga 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 nigga mistaken for rapper
Wide range check the picture that captured
Bitch 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 nigga I'm ambidextrously
The rare exception, bitch it’s PayUp! on my necklace
Originality comes hard will they accept it?
Who the fuck 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 bitch I'm Illin’!