Lyrics:
At Bernie's with Crooked this evenin'
I'm up in y'all spot with Jersey Joe Walcott
And Brooklyn Ortiz, just please give us a reason
(What up, what up, what
dat u can't
Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes
Feel
to New Orleans the original big baby like Big Mike
Don't make me Tina Turner one of you wenches and hit you like Big Ike
UHHHH pimp shit Cadillac with
invited (I'ma light it up)
I'm so amazing the joint's a blazin'
I can rip a mic on any occassion
My forfeit, the book is big I'm black Haitian
Your
spills in the whip or we boxing g
I'm fresher I'm fresher than swisher sweets
We rolling them up by the boxes see
I'm pitching some game at some sexy
God in her eyes
The father of Christ, sure to be immortal
Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin, that's mi hermano
(Big Pun, will be here,
gear
All the damn comments telling me I suck
And I'm startin to believe em, wantin to give up
Won't achieve my goals by hidin in the muck
So I try
drank it up like a smoothie aye
Bitch ion feel like stoppin
I take a big ass choppa w me when I feel like Robbin
Im batman the main character ion feel
up on my PC
See 74 switched 'em over to P.C.
Like Chuck D, we the O-6 PE
Fucke me, why, I'm in a '06 GT
All about them Gs B
We the BG, Byrdgang Dipset,
fear
Keep that choppa on deck
If a hater run up on me
Hit him up with no rat
It's big business, big bills
And big choppas
Cherry red Challenger, lookin
bitches mad (Mad)
Balmains on her ass
Booty so big got to look when she pass
I'm a let her drive the Bentley (Bentley)
Fuck it might buy her a Jag (Jag)
sprint toward the light
Sugar burner
You were once so sweet
Stomach turner
Now you're bitter to me
Gut lurcher
Can't catch my breath
Now I'm praying for
Riding Suburban, lanes be mergin'
I'm gonna hurt you, I'm seein' red
I-I be making up my schemes on the fly
I ain't time, I ain't passing you by
Thought it
the towel
I was up early Improving my sound
Niggas begging for clout
I'm tryna climb up the mount
I'm tryna move a few mountains
I had to get this shit
streets
The homeboys packin' straps
(yeah, straps, straps, straps)
(Aim, squeeze, bust)
You know a problem ain't a problem when
You time up and rob 'em
Yeah
I take y'all way back
Seven years old, I'm lookin up to the gangstas in the hood
Cause to me and my cousins, yeah, they represented good
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
and reckless, you ain't gangsta what you scared for?
I'm sayin' you ain't buying, get the fuck up out the spot
I'm on timing for violence, can't be makin' my shit
Now they lookin' for sponsors, so I'm tellin' chicks, "I'm broke"
That was prop money on the 'Gram, Kodak Black joke (I ain't got it)
I'm not a big
Alright everybody calp their hands like this, come on
Keep it up all the way to the top
I'm hot, you're cold
You go around like you know
Who I
too tangled up,
Big town we gon win it ain't no stopping us
Shinning star when you picture me I'm blowing up
We couldn't do it by ourselves we have Big
the stick, no I'm passing fadies
Drop a nigga harder than that shit hit Haiti (Earthquake)
Niggas freezing up like that track by Swae Lee (Black Beatles)
Never
Jordans
I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just
you become a battle boss
It’s like newfound fame
I’m taking care of him
Like Maryland, I gotta tear a pin (Terrapin)
Big blade, they gon’ pull that baby
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