Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Double 0
Lil Double 0
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyreke Rogers
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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