Big Wigs (Feat. Zelooperz)

Big creature, the one and only, 227, yeah

Mafia with X, gang tang, Blockworks, yeah

Who the hell is Carlo?

Let's get it

All the pops in the Clucks, all the hens in the leeks

I done served up enough cubs, duh

All the pops I done touched, all the racks I spent

I done stirred up enough trouble

Where we at?

I got more than enough Clio (You know it)

Big four-fifth and a micro (Aye)

Blockworks, get 'em in by the crate

Need a forklift and a high-low (It's on)

We got ten legs, roam desert trails

With a deadly tail, with a stinger on it

The bricks come stamped in the mail

Double vacuum sealed out of Teterboro

Where we at?

Twin fins in the shindig with the big wigs

Gotta keep it thorough

Salute

Spin his Benz, stick big as a twig

I was poppin' out of Eberboro (Brr)

Toe Gang play the banjo

If he flinch or see them ****' hands move

Watchin'

Soul Train on the dance floor

**** got a lot of tricky dance moves

Blockworks

My **** never need a validation

At all

And when you have it, ****, it's hard to take

For real

Only time I lied was on the stand

It ain't never been no fabrication

All family orientated

Call the cavalry, we ball like the Flannery's

Bosses

All reality, no animation

Assualt and batteries turn to aggravated

Me and T.O.P. really from the bottom

Now I'm in the spot with six hundred thousand

Been a lot of labor, gon' be more fruit

I just sit back and watch it all blossom

Yeah, yeah

Just when love mattered

It shattered just like glass

Yeah, yeah

Just when love mattered

It shattered just like glass

Clio bustin' out the gallery

Made a hundred thousand off the pre-sale

All my fingertips and my toes

Make nicks and dimes off the Abigail

On the block bangin' really dope

With the molly cap white like seashell

Whole thot with some egg yolk

Till I scramble hard and make cheese eggs

Hang green like an artichoke

**** say they whole weight bean bags

Pop a shroom like Mario

I can't hear these hoes over feedback

Got my first sack, I was sixteen

I done took the shit out the Westland

Got the pack over sixteen

Now my fit clean in my bitch bad

It get cold like Minnesota

But the block hot like a heatin' pad

Mixin' shit like Rigatoni

Cut 'em up, then I give 'em salt baths

Lobster tail with the calamari

With the caviar, made my stomach fat

Seen a fiend hit the needle, hit the corner

Now his forehead a hunchback

Took a chance, he a high roller

Took the Coca-Cola, then I gave it back

Took the chance with the paint

Now he cuttin' up pape', lumberjack

On the block, they call me Basquiat

Van Gogh, Warhol, and all that

Try to stop the bleeding menopause

But the thirty ball, he can't talk back

Yeah, yeah

Just when love mattered

It shattered just like glass

Yeah, yeah

Just when love mattered

It shattered just like glass