Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Double 0
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyreke Rogers
Composer
Lyrics
(Banga)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
(My Js callin' me no more, no bap)
Big head, think I know (Uh, uh)
Say I got the big head
Way I walk around think I'm knowin' (Uh, uh)
Bitch say I got the big head, way I'm poppin' out
I think I'm knowin' a lot
My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead
Way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps
That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block
He keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah
He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl
He movin' weight so he turn to a boss
He take a loss and he shook it right off
Really don't link with no pussy, might rob a rapper
The industry soft
And under no circumstances, no excuses
Ain't tell 'em, ain't seen it, ain't tell what I saw
Paid the high for the pint when I'm low on codeinе
If you ain't got the drank
Then we can't еven talk, nigga
Uh, walk on stage, get paid to walk
I do shows and I fuck hoes
We ain't the same, no, what you thought?
Leave your lame, come fuck a boss
Brand new chain, this shit hit off
Wanna change your life, get a brick of fentanyl
Nigga, sell drugs, do the stick talk, uh
Bitch say I got the big head
Way I'm poppin' out, I think I'm knowin' a lot
My niggas sayin' niggas want me dead
Way I'm steppin' on niggas and pushin' on opps
That boy went on a fast, now he back on the block
He keep a mag' 'cause he pray to Allah
He bought a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
His trap movin' great 'cause he servin' fentanyl
That's a SRT8, that's not a Trackhawk
He movin' weight, he done turned to a boss
Slime a nigga, take a nigga watch out (Uh)
Stalk him later, make lil' bruhnem watch out
(Walk them out)
Flip the block and then we clearin' them out
AR chopper with the stick knock 'em down
(Uh, uh)
I was known for trappin', movin' the pounds
Now I'm sellin' records, fan walkin' me now
(Walk, walk)
Set trends when they copy
Fans watchin' the style
Hit licks and get profit, no splittin' it down
I hit them licks out of poverty
Niggas wasn't proud of me
I went and made my own sound
Take over his land, his profit
Money Monopoly, bitches gon' fuck right now
Say I got the big head 'cause I'm lit
Whole time you sick, broke bitches down
(Look at you now)
Mmm, mmm, look at you now, bitch
Writer(s): Reuben Musuluma, Tyreke Rogers
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