BG - BIG Show Stoppa Lyrics

BG in this hoe... get split like the
You get cut off, I'm just tryna get my nut off
See the truth in the lies and the lies in the truth and you lied when you saying I need you BITCH
Look, F*ck you mean f*ck you mean lil' bitch
I'm iced out in the Louis lil' bitch
I'ma BIG baller, BIG Show Stoppa
In the Range with the gang can't stop us
Big choppas problem solvers
F*ck that, whole team gone squad up
Hit the 2 step, hit you with a loose left
Get yo boo snatched never get yo boo back
Prefer the bitch with some attitude but I don't think she mad enough
What's the bread lookin' like? can she add a buck
Shorty have enough, bad enough, so it's adding up
Big goals, I think I need bigger ones
BIG Baller, BIG Show Stoppa
Find what's in the whip, honey dip, Vince Carter
Days full of plays with a rich stepdaughter
Plays thought of, never been caught up
(Don) What he say when he pray obsolete, Slide
She say that he someone to see, Right
What she think just might change in a week
Wavy I might rock the boat in the sea
You ain't cut how I'm cut we don't bleed the same
Yes I say what I say and I say what I mean
I got German hoes tellem Auf Wiedersehen
You can't see what I see we don't see the same
(Look) F*ck you mean f*ck you mean lil' bitch
I'm iced out in the Louis lil' bitch
I'ma BIG baller, BIG Show Stoppa
In the Range with the gang can't stop us
Big choppas problem solvers
F*ck that, whole team gone squad up
Hit the 2 step, hit you with a loose left
Get yo boo snatched never get yo boo back
(Aye aye) It get cold it get cut throat and frigid
Dr. Don Dolo she come pay her visit
I make me a play, Lamar Jackson type finish
Green dread nigga rose up out them trenches
She might slip up on drip but know that I ain't trickin'
If it ain't the digits, then it ain't gone fit in
I'm all bout my business back to you mañana
She calling' my daddy like I hit her momma (Aye)
Drill-King shit make a move like Mufasa
F*ck a rich thotiana while she gone off Bucana
Hit North spend a comma get it back with no problem
No grill shining, only bout a dollar
Bands for the fam run it up scream Ricky
I don't jump ship when that shit get tricky
F*ck a Uber, f*ck a Lyft tell my bitch come get me
Go, make 50 and tellem get wit me
ATL baby, bet get yo lil baby
Cuz she callin' my phone like where you been lately
I told that lil bitch, I'm on tour gettin' paper
I told that bitch hit me back when I'm able
Rockin' this Daichi to cover my naval
Getting these bands to make sure my fam stable, I GOT IT
I ain't been down in a minute
F*ck the division, I'm adding up digits ON ME
I just might pull up put dick in her spleen
Purple dread nigga my hair look like lean
Back in the days used to eat Lean Cuisine, nowadays I'ma BIG...