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Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Mckenzie Haynes
Mckenzie Haynes
Songwriter
Tavis Moore
Tavis Moore
Songwriter
Marcus Richardson
Marcus Richardson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tavis Moore
Tavis Moore
Recording Engineer
Tav
Tav
Producer
HennyTrack
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Papa left me, that shit hurt my gut
Do you love me? Just tell me what's up
If we fall out, can we just stay in touch?
Ain't gonna lie, I ain't got no trust
Like right right now, I ain't got no love
Ain't gotta cop shit, I already got one up
Don't reach for that ice, I'ma put you up
I don't want lil' mama, she do too much
Don't talk 'bout pain, you ain't been through nothing
You ain't never used your feet or even shot your gun
You ain't never been in no field and beat no drum
Free all the guys that got no bond
Already knew I was one of one
Real giant, ain't no lil' none
Made fifteen bowls like Boogie Cousins
Please don't make me push that button
[Verse 2]
Bae, be a woman and stop running
Girl, come here and let me fuck ya
Get off that drank, get off that hundred
She say, "Boy, why you ain't coming?"
Baby girl, shut up, stop rushing
You catch this nut, I ain't come for nothing
I gotta pop it, I come from nothing
I keep my mask 'cause it get ugly
Came with a switch, lil' buddy
If I see him, I ain't gon' miss, lil' buddy
I can put that shit on my kids and cousin
Drinking my cup like Kid and Cudi
Aye, damn, that product went up it
Damn, that Sprite there muddy
You can tell I like getting money
Paid in full, this ice here sunny
[Chorus]
Papa left me, that shit hurt my gut
Do you love me? Just tell me what's up
If we fall out, can we just stay in touch?
Ain't gonna lie, I ain't got no trust
Like right, right now, ain't got no love
Ain't gotta cop shit, I already got one up
Don't reach for that ice, I'ma put you up
I don't want lil' mama, she do too much
Don't talk 'bout pain, you ain't been through nothing
You ain't never used your feet or even shot your gun
You ain't never been in no field and beat no drum
Free all the guys that got no bond
Already knew I was one of one
Real giant, ain't no lil' none
Made fifteen bowls like Boogie Cousins
Please don't make me push that button
[Verse 3]
Aye, free Lil Zai, his bond a hundred thousand
Tryna get it and he don't owe me nothing
I don't think I need a stylist
They ain't got no fits to match my gun
Like frrr, that's a Drake, lil' dude
And you ain't no snake, lil' dude
My bitch got cake, put her in Roo
Plus I got bread like baker too
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't got no trust, no love and fifty racks, that ain't enough
Aye, my plug called me with Angel Dust
We eighteen, keep them things with us
You can't come 'round, you can't bang with us
And these **** ain't talking 'bout nothing
We sip Wockhardt and some Robitussin
I'ma act like David Ruffin
[Verse 4]
I ain't a flirter, I'm just bluffing
We got turkey bags, no stuffing
Got a thick lil' nurse, she bring back all the Percs like Doc McStuffins
And I ain't gon' lie, you fucked me over
I'm up all night on X and Doja
When I sign a deal, slide in a Rover
They ain't believe me then, but bitch, I told you
[Verse 5]
Bro make plays up on his Motorola
That's not my ho, I won't control her
These tears stuck on my fucking shoulder
'Cause everybody left me lonely
There's switches on these chops
I swear to God them boys don't fucking want it
This lil' bitch keep eyeing me down, she see these diamonds
You wanna fuck me, don't you?
I wouldn't trust me if I was you, I'm slimy
I know my whole gang behind me
I'm in my bag, bitch, I been grinding
My mama asked me when I'm signing
Riding 'round with these Drakes beside me
He playing, I leave his face beside 'em
He talking 'bout he got cash and having bags
That boy a fucking liar
[Verse 6]
That drip that you got on inspired
You get high but I get higher
You get fly but I get flyer
If my shooter miss, he gon' get fired
You cross me right in front my eyes
I was Bonnie, you was Clyde
I was yours and you was mine
They spin this block, that's suicide
Written by: Marcus Richardson, Mckenzie Haynes, Tavis Moore, Yaven Mailden
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