Big Thurmn - Family Tradition Lyrics

Yeah
Twenty twenty-three bitch
I pour a four in my cup, and I sit down
I roll a bowl and I'm blitzed now
Nobody want to get dissed now
I don't go looking for no hoe, I get picked out
I ain't saying no prayers but I f*cked that black haired bitch missionary
But when I'm done leave her house and go eat a bitch just like it's culinary
But f*ck that shit leaning more towards solitary
Commissary paid for the ink on both my wrists
Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick
Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks
Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist
We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam f*ck yo opinion
Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending
I done got used to this winning, I can't stop f*cking these women
Chasing that muh f*cking feeling, Big Thurmn he in a million
We the bad boys just like we the Pistons
Family tradition
Really doing outlaw living, Big Thurmn, Waylon Jennings, in a silverado bitch
F*ck a hellcat, if we spinning, it's a Duramax
Making me sick, can't run shit, but run around town pulling it around and ain't done shit
Yeah real muhf*ckers in these bibs, yeah on big boy shit since we was them kids
Every bitch you had done tasted my dick
White boy name ain't Rick, I ain't no baby I don't need no crib
White young Dolph, I'm a backwood pimp
Own my shit I don't pay no rent, working my shit bitch I earned these dents
Four deep in the smoke love that shit
Yeah I love that shit
Yeah
Woah
Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick
Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks
Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist
We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam so f*ck yo opinion
Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending
Yeah I get ignant
Yeah I get ignant, chill at the barn we ain't got no dishes
And I keep pole, we ain't doing no fishing
And I cut a hoe off soon as she get to bitching
And I'm twenty-three just like Blake Griffin
All the hoes way too close I need distance
I don't see no helping hands in assistance, so I'm finna stay independent
I want a big ass chain with a pendant, I want a phat ass bitch I can f*ck till I'm dickless
Work a bitch out just like it was fitness, too f*cked up to have to feel it
Not all me I took when I was dealing, I don't care about my own, how can I give a damn about your feelings
Rip to my dawgs, damn I miss the real ones
Back in the day like a bunch of damn gremlin's
Four deep in a box top and we drilling
Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick
Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks
Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist
We ain't had to smoke an opp pack in a minute, roll with the fam so f*ck yo opinion
Stay out my bidness, I'm ready for action but y'all just pretending
Yeah I get ignant
Chill at the barn we ain't doing no dishes
And I keep pole we ain't doing no fishing
And I cut a hoe off soon as she get to bitching
And I'm twenty-three like I'm damn Blake Griffin
Hit the veterinarian cause my dog got sick
Copperhead road yeah I got two blicks
Ran a pick and roll, brody scored and I got an assist
Roll with the fam, so f*ck yo opinion
Stay out my bidness bitch
Bitch
Yeah
Woah woah