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Big Barak

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Reach for my chain and I bet I leave sum froze type shit
They tried to stop me but they can't, I'm in my mode type shit
I'm in my zone, three o's, ozone type shit
Too cold, three cold, frozone type shit
No cap, take off my hat, this off the dome type shit
I'm too creamy with this ice, it's like a cone type shit
Tried to open up a shop, Coldstone type shit
And I could wrestle with your bitch, Stone Cold type shit
Feel like Drizzy in the six, run thru some woes type shit
Life shopping, let's see what it has in store type shit
It's not time for you to talk so watch your tone type shit
Two hundred seven, I done gave a bitch my bone type shit
Really one of one, there can't be no clones type shit
I could walk beside yo bitch and make her moan type shit
Now she can't leave me alone, no your bitch is not at home
She out here partying with a rockstar, Post Malone type shit
Really calling all the shots, they on my phone type shit
Stripper at election day, I keep a pole type shit
If you reaching for my chain, you get some holes type shit
The choppa singing bullets, felt it in his soul type shit

I spent eighty grand on any man that's tryna come at the squad
We like the sun so we gon spray the tan
You take a chance to try to make amends and imma f*ck around and try to take your Friends
I don't even care if that sounds crazy man, but ayo peep
Faucet or a snippet, I heard your bitch leaked, type shit
If these niggas try to stop me, then I'll get em type shit
When I'm riding with my dawgs, I told em get em type shit
Me and my twin, we got the same genes, but this not denim type shit
I went ahead and spent five hunnid at the mall and that was on some light shit
Ion really give a f*ck about these niggas at all cause I was on my hype shit
All these niggas hating on me gon be very apalled that I ain't even write this
They say barak, oh my God is that a disco ball, nah that's just my right wrist

Hol on, uh, every time I drop another song, they say it's my best song
I'm the type to put on yellow diamonds whenever I'm pissed off
I could really care less about your bitch man I damn near hit raw
I was listening to your newest song and I damn near clicked off
I don't care if your feelings hurt brodie cause I'm on that shit talk
I done took some time off of tiktok, put it to my wristwatch
What's the cost to be a big boss and then feel like Rick Ross type shit

Wait, hol on, my bitch bad like a DJ Khaled album type shit
F*ck these niggas, prospering with or without em type shit
Two exes, they in the middle, I'm not Malcolm type shit
It's been six months since I've ever dropped
And not once has my listeners on Spotify decided to ever fucking drop
I remember back when I felt like I was at the fucking top
I sang till the end and I went fucking hot

Every listener to me now is like a bank teller, they give me credit
I remember when my card used to be debit
I still use that card for real, but after some time, I'm gon dead it
That way, my future is what my brain is gonna be ahead of
Plus it's not cool to the users, I'm tryna tutor you nuisances
Dropping poop bitch I'm stupid, I'm damn near Putin with the uzi
Told a bitch excuse my French, woulda thought I was losing to Tunis
All these losers on computers
That's why I can't type shit

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