BIG BODY BROTHERS

You’re a motherfucking simp

That’s just my two pennies

Woah

Eating good, early morning

bacon, eggs, benny

Yeah

Heavy, Big Body Brother

Lotta weight, got plenty

Damn

All this sauce, out my noodle

out my damn pasghetti

Shut the fuck up

Phoney need a muzzle

Shut the fuck up

You the type that doesn’t read the room

I'm the type to leave em puzzled

How in the hell did you ever get into the room?

Boy, you got me Befuddled

Gtfo gtfo of the building

‘for you get in trouble

I’m running all over the place

Blue in the face

Looking like sonic

Got up on stage around 9

And the next day they called it iconic

In between that I was off some tonic

Vodka and lime and pack of the chronic

Bring death to a beat

Shit is bubonic

You’re a motherfucking simp

That’s just my two pennies

Woah

Eating good, early morning

Bacon, eggs, benny

Yeah

Heavy, Big Body Brother

Lotta weight, got plenty

Damn

All this sauce, out my noodle

Out my damn pasghetti

Pull up the party and I’m already drunk

Hit the road, do a show, put the merch in the trunk.

Illinois boy

JB Pritzker money

Billy back like a vertebrae buddy

Ayy

Me and Chandler

We the big baggage handlers

Big bucks not talking antlers, ayy

Fuck with the gang, get damaged

Fuck with the name, get handled

I heard he want smoke, put him out like a candle.

Broke ass motherfucker selling’ plasma

Billy not a rapper, he an animal

I heard you lacking stamina

I pull up in a black Grand national

Big plate, big weight, big steak,

big tippa

Y’all some rats chinchilla

Big wig splitta

100k in my notes app

I could make a song every week till I collapse

Everybody waiting for the collab

Tell a hater relax

I'm a be writing these bars, till I’m grey in the beard, and I’m sitting on a porch like a

Sitting on a porch like an old man

Sitting on the motherfucking porch like an old man