Fuck Ah Big Homie

(album: Trench Baby 3 - 2022)

The niggas that I looked up to was bitches, snitches
Ain't knowed that 'til I got older
(JTK)
(Tuned up)

The niggas that I looked up to was bitches, snitches
Ain't knowed that 'til I got older
Thirty years, still getting extorted
Every time niggas was in exams, they folded
Ask if someone ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start get on they ass, they call 'em
Soon as I call 'em out, bogus
Accidents for a gun, need soda
I was the one putting Blicks on the block
You get money off serving, but keep telling me it's hot
Come studying licks on the block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opp
Ain't never had to ride, you said I couldn't even ride with no Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded, but riding through the hood with a bitch in your car

I'm with lil' bro and they need him shooting
If it ain't me, then it's one of my shooters
All my opps got switches
Grown ass goofy, don't post up with that Ruger
Different cultures, different vultures
You could be forty, my shawty a smoke ya
Up, put a Glock in his back like a holster
I told him stop putting that bitch under his shoulder
Boy, you a bitch, don't even come around me
Heard the opps was on your ass and you ain't even claim while sitting in the county
You in the streets but bring up the kids, when shit go down, so you won't be around 'em
Yo' lil' bitch, fonem be pounding
Boy, you a goofy, you from my block
You one of the ones fonem be clowning
You won't pop out on these missions
When you with us, they fuck them niggas
Y'all see opps, now y'all ain't with it
But I been them niggas bitches
And them folks look for that body, he say, "Send money" or you ain't seen it
Ain't no big guys from my block
Kill his ass if he moving fishy
'Bout them G-locks, you won't slide
Give them strikers to my shorty's, we'll be right back opp drop
Opps gon' pop out for some weeks
When murder happen, they ass be crying
You ain't sit like us when you was young, I put that on them guys
Nigga

The niggas that I looked up to was bitches, snitches
Ain't knowed that 'til I got older
Thirty years, still getting extorted
Every time niggas was in exams, they folded
Ask if someone ain't let me hold it
Soon as niggas start get on they ass, they call 'em
Soon as I call 'em out, bogus
Accidents for a gun, need soda
I was the one putting Blicks on the block
You get money off serving, but keep telling me it's hot
Come studying licks on the block
Fonem died, you ain't hitting no opp
Ain't never had to ride, you said I couldn't even ride with no Blick in your car
Plenty of times niggas left me stranded, but riding through the hood with a bitch in your car