Got Bigger

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Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty, "Go and shoot," I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty, "Go up on that mission," he ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas, I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at?
Why you drop the lo', I swear we finna' kill 'em, where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around
Do a wrestling move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down

Hid him in the dirt
We gon' have this conversation cut short like a skirt
We slide on opps like a 9-5, it's time to go to work
I got a 30, foe'nem got a 30, ain't talking bout no percs, nigga
Fuck a perc, nigga
Bunch'a switch Glocks, we got opps in different hoods
So it's time to switch blocks
Shot too many shots, up out the Glock
It got my wrist hot
I'll never tell, lips sealed, like a Ziploc, nigga

Money got bigger
Pipes got bigger
He dissed the guys, so his life got thinner
W got bigger
I'm a real winner
Came straight from Hell
I'm a real sinner

Folks got dizzy on they block, he a real spinna', uh
Off the Heezy, hitting tops when we kill niggas, uh
Shorty head hot, guess I gotta' chill niggas, uh
We taking on his block, I gotta' smack a [?] niggas, uh
Mask up like Scream
We gon' shoot him 'till he scream
I be sliding with this mop, shoot the block 'till it's clean
Flip, flip, switch Glock, mini machine
Put a stock up on my Glock so ain't no missing
If he tweaking with the guys, then you go missing, disappear
Poof, he in the sky, get him outta' here
Folks be doing tricks, so we gon' cheat, we ain't playing fair
We [?] all the opps, put his ass in the air, uh
Everyday on 59th, wit' a Glock, uh, yeah
Everyday on 57th, look for opps, uh, yeah
You would think he jumping rope, how I make him hop
You would think he in the NBA, the way I make him flop
Bro just came and asked me, "How I'm feelin'?"
Told him, "Damn, I'm chilling, I wanna' catch a opp and put him to the ceilin'"
Said, "Let's spin they block"
"We gon' kill all mens and no women"
Everyday I wake up mad 'cause they living, let's get 'em

Uh, I be wit' some real deals
Told my shorty, "Go and shoot," I bet he go do it
Told lil' shorty, "Go up on that mission," he ain't go through it
I be wit' some real killas, I be wit' some real deals
Strip 'em like a stripper, where that shit at?
Why you drop the lo', I swear we finna' kill 'em, where that bitch at?
Uh, we don't trust niggas, you can't hang around
Do a wrestling move, WWE, pin 'em down
Uh, put his ass down