Next Up
Big Aren
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Aye, Choppa make em do the running man I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band No cap lil bitch speaking all facts I be running through your city with no hall pass Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex The ops know what I’m on baby we next Aye, aye, hold up check this They be watching me like I was on Netflix They be all up in my face mind your business Come up to me with that dumb shit you a dumb bitch Uh, choppa make em do the running man I be posted with them bands do my money dance These suckas all Kaep like the quarterback Take a knee on the field you ain’t running back Ou, pops always said don’t trust no body 1 Up top ahk like my name was big mozzy Tell a bitch to act right ain’t talking Yo Gotti 1, 2, 3 Bitches gone and giving me sloppy toppy Yeah, She like slow down baby I just want that good good and I heard you crazy I be going all the way keep that thang off safety And if your dude try to test me he gone turn 180, ah Aye, Choppa make em do the running man I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band No cap lil bitch speaking all facts I be running through your city with no hall pass Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex The ops know what I’m on baby we next It go eeny meeny miny moe Better check the toe tag, meet the Holy Ghost Have it singing like a Drake no OVO Your whole team get lynched I’m on beast mode Yeah, I be cruising through your city like I own it Tunnel vision bitch I ain’t see no opponents Heard that you be talking like a rat, you a rodent Heard the ops ask for a statement and you wrote it Oh shit, bitch I got blue strips, blue strips Loose lips go and get your crew hit, crew hit New whip with the one way tint Got your bitch on the side and she sucking my Ah, ou, on my big boss shit I do it for my city man everyday we lit Oh my mama I swear everyday we getting rich I’m a real ass player everybody counterfeit bitch Aye, Choppa make em do the running man I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band No cap lil bitch speaking all facts I be running through your city with no hall pass Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex The ops know what I’m on baby we next
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