Big

Smokin' cigars fatter than a Swisher Sweet

Caught him on a corner, **** though he had me beat

I'm on location, I'ma die right in the streets

Shooters trailin' on my rear with a Glock up on a seat

He want it with me, shit what's up, ****, smoke somethin'

Talkin' like he 'bout it, you ain't never Baby Joe'd somethin'

I talk that talk, I walk that walk, you know I tote somethin'

Bitch, I'm out that eight, I'll set it straight, I'm tryna blow somethin'

Put my flex down, I'ma spray that Tec round

Been put the bet down

I'ma spin then spin again and wet their block until the sundown

In Fruit Town, not far from sundown, we ain't make not one sound

Keep passin' by they trap and they ain't out that

That bitch get burnt down

Menace to society and I won't stop for nobody

So what you mean, you know we 'bout it

I get work with the shotty

He ran his bike in KK car, I up that bitch and I shot him

Never be silent, we be wylin' where I'm from, it get violent

I got that money, turnt to poppin', collected over two bodies

And I invested in this smoke, so if you want it, we got it

Plus I've been bootin' up off of that Molly

Bitch, I'm turnt out my body

I don't give a fuck 'bout what you sayin', bitch

You ain't stepped on nobody

R.I.P. Boo, bitch, he'd been spinnin' on shit before they caught him

We never beef, put shit to sleep, I take that name as a dada

I started steppin' on my own, I turned myself to a rider

Tryna knock you **** out, bitch I done lost every dollar

I run it up and get it back, I'm tryna slatt shit, I'll wipe his nose

Bitch, I buy that food from Birdman, B ain't never closed

Bitch, I'm out that north and every **** with me throw them four's

Bitch, I got a problem, ask my momma, I be whoopin' hoes

Now eat that dick up, better make it spit up before I beat it up

Don't wanna let Montana fuck, take her clothes

And make her get the fuck

She say that I'm a dirty bitch and I'm wrong, but I don't give a fuck

When you tryna be a part this business, you can hit me up

Retarded

They ain't gotta say my name, I'ma start it

He movin' wrong, they say he tellin', so I cannot fuck with Nardy

Crash the party, walk up in that bitch

They gettin' extorted

My comprehension is distorted, ask me can I spell, like hardly

He talk 'bout takin' mine, you must ain't heard I slang that iron

Don't do no blinkin' or no duckin' when this bitch'll go to firin'

All behind my cousin and the bottom shot eleven times

The clip wasn't full, when I counted it only came out to nine

Oh, you fuck with nine?

What **** say when you ready

Spin on yo block with them cutters

And we gon' see who be steppin'

He say he down to ride, we'll send that bitch up to Heaven

Stay with them shots, I keep that Glock

I fell in love when I met it

He want it with me, **** smoke somethin'

You feel a **** playin', when you drop your nuts, pussy bitch

You gotta show somethin'

This **** must think I'm a ho or somethin'

I gotta do this **** dirty

Spin the beam and smash 'em all up on the porch or somethin'

(Ok, I'm a .38 baby for real)

Straight out the north, livin' lavish

My youngin' never had a daddy, he'll let a bitch have it

I hide my pack inside the house, put my stick under the mattress

And bust a **** dome in seconds, now that's what I call magic

(That slime shit)