Lyrics:
they a**, start feedin' 'em swine
So I don't feel bad when I gut 'em like a pig
Beat him down, stomp him out, cut him like he big
You hear
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
And you big sad
Big mad
Yeah you been banned
Been a big stan
Big lag
Dressed in louis vuitton custom made all by virgil
Take a look at my team nothing but
big bills
Homie im the big deal
Horny make ya chick feel
You know the deal
My niggaz tell you i been the best
Your boy well connected like you surfing
black, clubs still all packed
I'm pullin' her by the arm and trust me she all that
Trust me we all rich, such a small clique
Referred to as the Biggest
She can tell by the car, double R on the plate
Rolls Royce over those Black Market bumping in the Wraith
Rich nigga with poor taste, starve while
coming by
I done fucked your bitch a hundred times
What the fuck your bitch got on her mind?
My fucking dick
I call her dickhead
Spicy like a Big Red
twenty-four (Boom)
Uh, I'm tryna be rich by twenty-four, uh
Yeah
My pockets big, big like the lord, uh, yeah
Reach for my chain get sent
To the lord, yeah,
bought some ice by mistake (ice by mistake)
Niggas ain't rich, they caught a wave
I did some time in the state (I did some time in the state)
They
you ain't never been no problem
Raised up by Wayne, Big and Mad Max off Top Shottas
Hung with drug lords my whole life, I'm used to countin' commas
the ring
His daddy, he trippin', his phone keep ringing
He scared to hell and knowin' these people
He know he got poles, he went by the speaker
A big
was with it so when you be quiet
Now you facin twenty all by yourself
The nigga you was with man he rich as hell
Even though this story is a fairy
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
I'm a soul taker, fuck the law makers
'Cause I'm a case catcher, my lawyer get big extra
Yeah, I'm a ho snatcher, but if that ho ratchet
I'ma Joe
Don't be them, be a next breed
Ain't a gangster, ain't a wanker
Ain't no MC
Ain't a small fry, ain't a big shot
I'm a next breed
Ain't a rich man,
compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who's more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up, make a star constellation
And never talk numbers
of it
Thought that I was w the shits til o got checked by big cousin
Stock goin up like bitcoin
In a year I'll be in la bein interviewed by big boy
Sucka
Ski
Oh-oh-oh
I'm big league, walk in Gucci, bet they offer me tea
Cah Big B ate that coochie, now, she don't wanna leave
We are the mob, PPKs
(uh-huh) when you rush my flows
I got, three for twenty-five, rhymes flip like blows
What you never heard this voice, it's big Cee from the state
(where
and the big racks
That's the big reason why she didn't hoe me
(Bow) henny with me like I'm 21
But I'm only 20, but I'm still savage
Green mixed with a lil' blue
petty
This pretty red girl said fuck it I'm quitting
Dance till your white big toe start splitting
I'm hood rich, stupid rich, and I ain?t bullshitting
honor
And the chapter that read at twenty-five I would live dormant at five in the morning
They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing
And if they
And I'm stayin by my lone know I don't trust a soul (I don't trust in nobody)
I'm rocking these diamonds so my heart is on froze
Look
Big money
That's how i
right outside, like a raisin in the sun
Sheriff pulled me over, skeptical, 'cause all my legal guns
I'm backwards, I got rich off of music and got
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