Big Boy

Anybody go against the gang, it's real bad karma

With them choppers, ya dig?

Whoa, uh

**** know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah, yeah"

Gave my sister Platinum Amex card, was just on welfare

My dawg had asked me to bring that AR out and I'm like, "Hell, yeah" (Hell yeah)

Y'all only be poppin' out at the club 'cause y'all know twelve there

Still step on you like twelve stairs (Let's get it), I can't take no more

Catch you rappin' and snatch him out of his jewels 'cause I can't fake no more

Riding with some shit off C-O-D, can't even play no more

You swing on me, my dawg'll tap that switch till it don't spray no more

He empty that, I'm from Philly, back door, we get into that

I will really wack you 'bout that shit you said on the internet

Richard Mille right there in the trenches where we sinnin' at

He try cut through the alley and got smoked, right where the fences at

They don't know where my mental at (They don't), I think **** think it's sweet

'Cause I been givin' back, call cuzzo, take them rentals back, yeah

Where them **** that been poppin' all that big boy shit?

Brand new AP on my wrist, no, that's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah

Who want go to war?

Show way too much love to all these ****, I can't even show no more

Put the bitch on seventeen P-jets, that ain't yo' ho no more

Send a blitz, them killers come with that switch till they can't blow no more

Blrrd, blow it, yeah

Lately, I been like fuck **** 'cause I don't trust ****

Cut him off, I don't fuck with him, must be a fuck ****

Big Phantom in the trenches, feelin' like a truck, ****

I can fuck for free, but I give her racks 'cause I fuck with her

Million dollar jewelry, I rock Louis with my Dunks with it

She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won't hit it

I fear no ****, I'm here, four killers

No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or on four-wheelers

She ain't tellin 'em that we fuckin' 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches

More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of Forbes lists, yeah

And these **** don't want no war with us

Posted up in the trench, I got that chop right by the store with us

I get to lockin' in like I went broke when I need more millions

More money, more killings, shit just made me more vicious

I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us, yeah

Where them **** that been poppin' all that big boy shit?

Brand new AP on my wrist, no, that's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah

Who want go to war?

Show way too much love to all these ****, I can't even show no more

Put the bitch on seventeen P-jets, that ain't yo' ho no more

Send a blitz, them killers come with that switch till they can't blow no more

Blrrd, blow it, yeah