Lyrics:
think your ass gon' last without big dawg in your corner?
How you think yo' ass gon' last when them choppers pull up on ya? (pussy)
Thought you was my
the road more than properly
They can't do it like we
They can't do it like my donnies
If you get stopped by police
Tell them that it's only broccoli
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
give a fuck
Bitch, it's Big Guap the reaper
Better give it up, chopper bullet come fatter than Queen Latifah
Wet a nigga's block like a fire hydrant
Put it in first, better hope you don't miss me
Think about the worst, big chopper hold 50
Put it in reverse, better hope you don't miss me
Think
and love to my fam
Bug he go ham, Jig is on wham (Slick)
Big boy he got choppers them bitches don't jam
All bout my cash im living life fast
You flex where
(sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain't worryin' 'bout shit, I'm cocky (cocky, pussy)
Big 4l, pussy
Spray the block down, turn the car 'round
When we
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
always prepared (yeah)
I got my niggas they standing right here (right here)
The chopper right here, stay where you at (watch out)
Roll up the pack, put
Kesha, Kesha, yeah (Eldrick got the juice)
Uh, yeah, uh, uh, ooh (Go)
Walk by myself, uh
(yeah) , all the fuckin' lone'
ooh (yeah)
Niggas think
Zone 6 (yeah)
Mountain Park, yeah, the red brick and the blue brick
From Sun Valley (huh?) to Leila Valley
Was selling bags by the pound like it's
just got rid of Tay Tay
Kill 'em in the morning
I'm a show you how to break Day
No scope, no chopper
You don't even need an AK
Just a big ass
w the tool
Runnin'
Gunnin'
Got a bitch on a move
Bro threw me the mac
It was wet by the pool
I'm blind as a bitch
Wtf is an aim
So I pick the up spray
got hit
My lil niggas on go if they get caught they take they lick
I can't love a model I know they be getting hit
It be big bricks by the bottles if I
no feeling
(no feeling) aston, shit 5 percent tinted
If I fuck I'ma invoice a billing
Bitch you gotta pay just to fuck me
And the chopper only thing in
Spaulding
we gon' ball on him
I put like 30 in the chopper
Just to load it up
Now I don't give a fuck
I'm flying in a black truck
Big truck, semi truck
With
-Chopper got power it turn you to ghost
Nigga play with the bread we gone turn ya to toast
They bring back your head & we gone have a Toast
My lil
a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them
of mine
Chopper in the back'll have you leapin like Impala signs
Big Tank, Big Cat, nigga what you know about it?
Sittin in the booth, and they told me
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few
Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I
back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with
B-lo
(East side of that B-lo)
Black and pink doors
Neck lit up like it's Reno
(Neck lit up like it's Reno, ah)
Big man, shotgun formation, Dan Marino
Got this tank on my neck, got my tech. on deck
I slap raps at your caps and try to make my snaps
Nick-Nack patty-wack big happy sack, the dealer is
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