Lyrics:
the fuck up, the kid is out with the loot sack
Got a big trey pound, itching just to swoop back
Timb is on the roof with the twelve gauge rifle
Scope is
Look at the way that I move
Ain't 'fraid of a label got nothing to prove
Want all the loot I'll stay independent
Coming up just the way that we
shit
Im on my that give me the loop plaka plaka shit
On my Notorious shit Big ready to die shit
On my red and meth so high that i can kiss the sky
to Heaven, but it's longer to fall
[Chorus to fade]
[Qua Billz over chorus]
This goes out, to the recent Notorious B.I.G.
And Tupac Shakur, put ya guns down
Haters hate that's what haters do
But you know im hater proof
Me my squad got the loot
When haters see us walking through
Big bag benjis
Coming by
Stressing bout it
My AR notorious, this a big choppa I'ma make ya bitch flip, like big mama Please don't be a tough guy, you should think proper
It's gang in
Bitch ass nigga, yo it's time to pull the trigga
I might be small, but fuck with bein bigga
Niggas wanna throw with that bullshit but step aside
a nigga won grind
They know that they ought to gimme way
Say They ought to gimmie way
Yeah they ought to gimmie
I got money dreams so I'm in it for the pay
Big ass attitude
Yea I’m moody, hoe
Need a check or I’ll check a bitch
Gimme all your dough
Bout to start another business moving crystals
You would think I’m an early riser
The way that you see me up in morning
Truth is I ain’t slept
I try have an early night but nah I gotta deal with
What you wanna do
I told that bitch gimme all that booty I'm a pirate ooh
Better hit my line right for that duty ima call it ooh
Im real direct when I
Everybody wanna gossip
In the past ima leave you there
Like the wolf they be saying that they big big bad
They in they bag cause they really just be big big
Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
the way this is going
Whether we're sitting and talking while watching
The Office or rockin out to the rhythm and style of Notorious B.I.G
I think you're
Diddy huh
Now you really fucking with me huh
Cause the world see that I'm a star
Star boy call me number one
Big boss, we ain't done till I say we're done
a big gangsta, I turn her out with that foreign love
Cocaina slanga, a hunnid of 'em, just sold it all
Surrounded by the angels, diamonds on when I'm
a thot I'm like wtf
He going out sad bro wtf
That nigga a fag bro wtf
I'm in that lamb, big body truck
Feel like maajins got a blick in the trunk
That
do shit
Been a minute since I been this
Lit up off the D'USSÉ (O oh)
Used to hit a swisher, now that grabba
Niggas talkin' big energy, but they coochie
not Tito
Have a couple babies, now let her get up
If we prayed and respected by big and the little
Riddle by the stock exchange rockgame
Get
smilin'
Be still don't nothin' move but the money
(Gimme yours, or get your manhood taken)
Stop smilin'
Be still don't nothin' move but the money
(Put you
Gimme apple pie
A chevy and blue skies
Debt free life
A buxom blonde with blue eyes
That's an American dream
But peeps wake up crying
Cuz that's
that stage
Level up and then we close that page
I lose more by the less I say
Drop more so they know my name
This boy made his whole life change
Spittin
still on 10, might take that loot
The old folks see me, they like damn, Lil Dooley, you grew
I be like, damn, let me put you down
Oh, I go by Spiffy now
Big facts, I was never one to chitchat
Big facts, you know I ain't with that shit
Get back, you can get smacked, or you can get whacked
You know I
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