Top Songs By FWC Big Key
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FWC Big Key
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyon Fails
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ProdByKaio
Producer
Waleed Fry
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(You can't treat him like any of the other **** around here)
('Cause he ain't like any of the other **** around here, you got it?)
(3KIN)
(Damn, this LittyLyfeTae)
(Kaio)
[Verse 1]
I ain't like these other ****, get a drop, I get the job done (I kill shit)
I lost a switch in a chase, I got Lil Rob gun (Baby Threat)
Bendin', it ain't no opps out, I'm tryna find one (Where y'all at?)
Just threw a ladder in the Glock, I'm tryna climb somethin'
[Verse 2]
Dead opps in this blunt, only big 'Woods (Fuck the opps)
I can't drive the strike today, I know Sticcs could (I'm out the window)
I can't get the drop on him, but my bitch could (Send the lo')
I got the Draco on me right now, ****, R.I.P. Woods
[Verse 3]
Money on his head, but we gon' smoke his ass for free (Belt Gang)
In a strike on 7 Mile, bitch, we smokin' on that E (E pack)
30 ain't tryna bend, I'ma smoke his ass with Lik (What up, Lik?)
I ain't blowin' out the whip, I'ma jump out for MB (R.I.P. Jumpout)
[Verse 4]
I'm on 8th with them killers who on Section 8 (In the 'jects)
Boy, you broke, I get chips because I'm better made (Get it?)
Boo'd up, sleepin' with my chopper like I'm Ella Mai (I'm boo'd up)
A **** reach, I'ma send his ass to heaven gates (Boy)
[Verse 5]
Ran off, robbed the plug, said he killin' me (Uh-huh)
A thousand 'bows, finna open a dispensary
We dropped dog, why the fuck he keep on dissin' me? (Pick him up)
We was just takin' hits, now we industry
[Verse 6]
A **** troll, I'ma put his ass on SayCheese
Viral, been Amiri'd down since I was eighteen (Since a jit)
I got fans, I just bought a pole with fake cheese (Hell)
CPN, I just got a strike with fake D's
[Verse 7]
Them disses got your brother killed, put that mic down (Uh-huh)
R.I.P. MB, we just hit a head for Mike Brown (****)
Broad day, my bitch'll kill you in her nightgown (I love you, shorty)
I'm finna jog to the chop, it ain't no strikes 'round (Mr. JOG)
[Verse 8]
They be sayin' that it's money on our head (Uh-huh), well, come and get it then (Pull up on me)
Big chop, this bitch the same size as Lil Head (****)
I just fucked an opp bitch and got a lil' head
Bendin', couldn't catch the biggest opp, we got his lil' man (His lil' bro)
[Verse 9]
Me and Q bendin' out the striker, man, who tryna bump? (What up, Tony?)
Get my pole and pop the opp, that's why they call me Unk (Uncle Joe)
Boy, if some shit ever go down, you better call me up (Call me now)
That bitch know I ain't her man, she only call me drunk
[Verse 10]
Out of town servin' ice, but my Glock came with a cube (Brrt)
Plain white tee on, but the collar say it's Rhude (This bitch Rhude)
Pop a jigga, grab the chop, I'm in my murder man mood
I just spanked an opp broad day, it's just me and Shoe (****)
[Verse 11]
I just spanked an opp at nighttime, it's just me and Threat
Bitch, it's Marky, either give it up or get your ass stretched
Trollin' on the 'Gram, we gon' get your ass next (For real)
If we hit the drive right, you gon' get your ass left (****)
[Verse 12]
Fuck E, bitch, we smokin' on this opp pack (Fuck 30 too)
They in the Brewsters, then we shootin' up the projects (YBN)
Feds askin' where the fuck Rudy eye at? (Hah)
Belt Gang, can't name an opp we ain't shot yet (Belt Gang)
Written by: Keyon Fails