Lyrics:
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
the bankroll
Back them down for the big change
Keep them transporters coming foreign exchange
VERSE
Smoking with my boy he cop quarter pounds
I'm bagging up
was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So
Die motherfucker
'Cause I'm a sus boy
Dealing with a fuck boy
I'm a mean fucker
You a fuck boy
No matter how big you try
Can't be me, sucker
'Cause I'm
Big Swangaz and Vouges
Them 20 inches sittin low
We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
Screens and neon lights gon show
When my trunk unlock pop
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
on down the aisle.
Mr. Big Man packin' that steel.
But tonight you ain't shit.
Now spin the fuckin' wheel!
Looks good nice try! Now let's see just
of me
I should be greater and better
Ferocious on who n’ whatever’s defying me(what is defining me), yeah
be that thing that I never been
Alienated by
had the Benz
Swear to god I had the Benz before I had the Bentley
I ain't lien I had the Bentley before I got the Rolls Royce
Control it by voice
you fuck with me, then imma run you out of town
Big bang, six shooter, got the six things
Big stain, leave you bleached like you Quincy
Gloves off, man,
a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we
the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing
a ticket listenin' to that hurricane
Soon as the police got out my sight I turned back up the bang
So much vibration in my trunk that my car wont stay in
Top floor type s***
Chandeliers with marble floors boy
My baby momma just put me on child support
F*** a warrant, I ain't going to court
Don't
a pardon/(Wassup)
Boy I go dumb with these heaters
They say smith is going crazy
(I am)That's my little baby 380
One shot in the head make em lazy/(Bang)
Boy I go
them hoes by two
I like to win never lose
Smoking weed with the crew
Imma playa stick and move
She's down with the groove
College bitch still in
Bang, bah (Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on)
Brrt, bah, bah
Yeah (woo, woo)
Yeah (to The O)
Yeah (come on)
Down in Ohio (swag), fuckin' all
pass who for money
This gbedu we gats to feel am
From the muscle to the liver
Say the people wey sabi big man know say no be by body
I no dey wait o,
Slide thru in a Focus
Big drip, they know this
Lean in my cup potent
Young boy bank up with lotion (bank that)
Phone keep ringing
Packs stay
of smoke and a big loud bang
Father takes the wheel lets do it again
We paid our dues onward we all drove
As we roared up and down thunder road
enemies but with me they were friends who debate the Big Bang
An escape from the ditch, full of laughs and bliss on the way to the bank
But then one by one,
than cinnabon, you don't want me to bang your block
Big ditch lit, [?]
Run a team of bad boys like I'm [?]
Got classical cost on, Cartier
Watching
die bitch
Hit kids not Juuls
Big teeth big bite, uncaged pitbull
Bang in this bitch, hang up the bitch
Stop calling my phone, lemme hang up your bitch
what I speak about, like I don't know
I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me
Yeah, yeah
And they ain't never seen this shit before
Ooh, Big
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