Big

(Hit-Boy)

Bitch

This life shit gettin' crazy, crazy

I done, I done made it

I done made it, made it, yeah

Sick and tired of these hatin' ass ****, though

Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man

Shit, fuck, ****

Yeah

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse

Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best

I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest

I never been a referee, but I still got the TEC, Kel-Tec

Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest

Rockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects

I'ma turn a **** 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 payin' 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 talkin' '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

Havin' 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 doin' here?

Why is you shootin' here?

Doin' it big, yeah

Big, big, yeah

Doin' it big, yeah

Big, big, yeah

Yeah, away, away, away, away, away

You on bullshit, I hit you with that olé

Told my shooter

I gotta prove myself, no lames

Even when I stand up and hit it from the back, I'ma still get laid

That 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 ****

Fuckin' on a Philadelphia bitch

Yeah, I'm super-rich

I could pay your rent

Rollie doesn't tick

Chopper with the tints

Pull up with the tints

Clip is extended, never gave a fuck

Never gave a shit

Only gettin' rich

If I live, forgive and forget

Man, I don't forget shit

(You don't know when to stand)

(You got it bad, man, come in)

(A better day coming)

Man, I don't forget shit

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse

Even at my worst, I'm feelin' like I am the best

I done Metta World Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest

I never been a referee, but I still got the TEC, Kel-Tec

Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest

Rockstar, listenin' Jimi Hendrix in the projects

I'ma turn a **** block to a art project

Picasso, I'll paint that

Where the fuck is the bank at?

Army sergeant, no rank, yeah