Big
(专辑: Death Race For Love - 2019)
(Hit-Boy) Bitch This life shit getting crazy, crazy I
done, I
done made it I
done made it, made it, yeah Sick and tired of these hating ass niggas, though Let my dick breathe for a
couple seconds Shit, fuck, nigga Yeah I'm on my focus out here, I
just had a
relapse Even then I'm always up, feeling like I
am the
best I
just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest I
never been a
referee but I
still got the
TEC, Killtec Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the
projects I'ma turn a
nigga block to a
art project Picasso, I'll paint that Where the
fuck is the
bank at? Army sergeant, no rank yeah Okay If you ain't paying a
hunnid thousand, get them features out my face 50K to install a
codeine fountain in my new estate I
got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his brakes I
ain't Lil Pump, but I
got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the
name of them old Gucci tapes Yeah, I'm talking 'bout Gucci Mane Hit a
lil bitch like brrr Why she so insecure? Who got the
pills in here? How do you live in here? I
got my crib here Having some kids here I
do it big, yeah Big, big, yeah I
do it big, yeah Big, big, yeah She saw me in the
club How did you get in here? Fuck is you doing here? Why'd you shoot in here? Doing it big, yeah Big, big, yeah Doing it big, yeah Big, big, yeah Oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait, oh wait You on bullshit, I
hit you with that olé Two in my shoulder I
gotta prove myself, no lames Even when I
stand up and hit it from the
back, I'ma still get laid Your bitch a
dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed (Smash, smash) I
took a
piss on your dead homie grave Chicago shit Chicago niggas Fucking on the
Philadelphia bitches Yeah, I'm super-rich I
could pay your rent All we gunnas sick Chopper with a the
10s Pull up with the
tints Just business to me, never gave a
fuck Never gave a
shit Only getting rich If I
live, forgive and forget Man, I
don't forget shit (You don't know where to stand (You got a
better day coming (A better day coming) Man, I
don't forget shit I'm on my focus out here, I
just had a
relapse Even then I'm always up, feeling like I
am the
best I
just made it World Peace for myself like I'm Ron Artest I
never been a
referee but I
still got the
TEC, Killtec Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the
projects I'ma turn a
nigga block to a
art project Picasso, I'll paint that Where the
fuck is the
bank at? Army sergeant, no rank yeah