Big Volume

Got it locked like the door man Who at the door, man Uh, it’s the dope-man Gotta policy, never got no plan With the family, never got no band More drums, more strings, more bass & more jams More dough, more hoes, less talk and more head Plus you ain’t gotta speak to anyone with no bread But when I’m in my city I'ma always go back Don’t dread anything That’s dead, if you think you regretting the things- That bred you to be where you standing today If you stand in the paint, will you hand it to me Cause I been ballin' like your motherfucking jeweler Bitch I’m rude as fuck, why the fuck should i care about you When you feel like the one then you gotta get two of- Everything you want, don’t ever go & punt, when you could’ve went long Gotta fool the defense, When you got Randy Moss Got an edge be a joust Gotta hand in her blouse I’m man of the house Oh, higher learning That’s why I been burning Plus Life’s a burden Don’t beat yourself up, Tyler Durden I'ma writer, and I only write to murder Hide the body like 1950 swimsuits I'ma sensei, with a six sense, off a Senzu Bean Owe me, better pay up like the rent due Big Volume, been big-balling Back it up we shit-talking You ain’t apart of it We still saucing Been off the- Tip toppest ganja Your bitch still topping Pill popping, real raunchy Like, getcha Billups, Chauncey Big Volume, been big-balling Back it up we shit-talking You ain’t apart of it We still saucing Been off the- Tip toppest ganja Your bitch still topping Pill popping, real raunchy Like, getcha Billups, Chauncey Flight to Arizona never land Prick, no cacti, you a beach, no sand Look Ma, look Ma, getting money, no hands Make it rain like the weather be up out in Spokane Uppers or the downers, I’m bipolar Hot or I’m colder but right now I’m polar Older I get, the less fuck that I give How come I win? All the Buckets I get Bitch, I’m a goddamn Kelce, got my motherfucking brother Best at our position if you really ever wondered You in the same damn place, cause you really never wander You can rain all day but you really never thunder You ain’t making no noise, oh boy oh boy Back in 8th grade had jokes, Jo koy I did everything I really had to do, bitch Hardships get pitched 'fore they throw you joy Karma's a rodeo, wrangle that hoe and add that to your portfolio, Opening doors I see for miles, it’s crazy cause prior to this moment, I ain’t know the ocean is yours Now you knee deep in hot water, it’s too late doctor, you really just opening pores Fork in the road, I don’t know where to go Follow my heart and put trust in my soul Big Volume, been big-balling Back it up we shit-talking You ain’t apart of it We still saucing Been off the- Tip toppest ganja Your bitch still topping Pill popping, real raunchy Like, getcha Billups, Chauncey Big Volume, been big-balling Back it up we shit-talking You ain’t apart of it We still saucing Been off the- Tip toppest ganja Your bitch still topping Pill popping, real raunchy Like, getcha Billups, Chauncey