Big Boy Lyrics
Anybody go against the gang, it’s real bad karma
With them choppers, ya dig?
Whoa, uh
N*** know who run the city, I’m like, “Yeah, yeah”
Gave my sister Platinum Amex card, was just on welfare
My dawg had asked me to bring that AR out and I’m like, “Hell, yeah”
Y’all only be poppin’ out at the club ’cause y’all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs, I can’t take no more
Catch you rappin’ and snatch him out of his jewels ’cause I can’t fake no more
Riding with some shit off C-O-D, can’t even play no more
You swing on me, my dawg’ll tap that switch till it don’t spray no more
He empty that, I’m from Philly, back door, we get into that
I will really wack you ’bout that shit you said on the internet
Richard Mille right there in the trenches where we sinnin’ at
He try cut through the alley and got smoked, right where the fences at
They don’t know where my mental at, I think n*** think it’s sweet
‘Cause I been givin’ back, call cuzzo, take them rentals back, yeah
Where them n*** that been poppin’ all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, no, that’s a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah
Who want go to war?
Show way too much love to all these n***, I can’t even show no more
Put the bitch on seventeen P-jets, that ain’t yo’ ho no more
Send a blitz, them killers come with that switch till they can’t blow no more
Blrrd, blow it, yeah
Lately, I been like fuck n*** ’cause I don’t trust n***
Cut him off, I don’t fuck with him, must be a fuck n**
Big Phantom in the trenches, feelin’ like a truck, n**
I can fuck for free, but I give her racks ’cause I fuck with her
Million dollar jewelry, I rock Louis with my dunks with it
She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won’t hit it
I fear no n**, I’m here, four killers
No tellin’ how I’m comin’, it might be Cullinan or on four-wheelers
She ain’t tellin ’em that we fuckin’ ’cause she can tell that I got more bitches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin’ off of Forbes lists, yeah
And these n*** don’t want no war with us
Posted up in the trench, I got that chop right by the store with us
I get to lockin’ in like I went broke when I need more millions
More money, more killings, shit just made me more vicious
I flew her out on a one-way, ain’t been back ’cause she on tour with us, yeah
Where them n*** that been poppin’ all that big boy shit?
Brand new AP on my wrist, no, that’s a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah
Who want go to war?
Show way too much love to all these n***, I can’t even show no more
Put the bitch on seventeen P-jets, that ain’t yo’ ho no more
Send a blitz, them killers come with that switch till they can’t blow no more
Blrrd, blow it, yeah