[Verse 1] First warm Friday Thermometer lick eighty and climb Text pon di group chat “Bredren, it finally dat time” Cooler dem inna driveway Somebody bring way too much ice Mi clean up di back yard Even sweep it twice [Chorus] Big up di kings a di cookout Apron on, spatula sword held high Smoke inna yuh eye but yuh grinnin “Somebody flip mi dat ribeye” Fi every burn thumb, proud dad joke Every burger weh cook little hard Raise a can fi di man dem a di fyah Grillin dem heart inna yard (oh lawd) [Verse 2] Wi got dat one friend Swear him rub a “family trade” It just brown sugar An any likkle spice weh did deh pon sale Wi stand up inna circle Argue rare vs well-done Like seh a constitution Pon a sesame bun [Chorus] Big up di kings a di cookout Tan line, sauce stain, n pride Time four kinda meat one time Like a Independence ride Fi every late flip, flare-up Every “trust mi, dis one no hard” Raise a can fi di man dem a di fyah Grillin dem heart inna yard [Bridge] To di rookie wid di tongs Shake like first slow dance To di uncle weh seh “Back inna mi day, mi use real plants” To di quiet yute talk First time all week by di heat Somehow every story Taste better wid meat (hey!) [Chorus] Big up di kings a di cookout Charcoal poet dem a flame Talk bout life, love, n lawn care Like a one big same game Fi every “one more round” Every laugh til daylight scarred Dis a mi toast to di man dem a di fyah Grillin dem best inna yard (Yeah, big up di kings inna yard)
