Blew Hunnaz - B.I.G Lyrics

They say they been running shit I had enough of it bruh they don't do it like me no
Lil buddy I'm raw Skrate drop no cut in it you can call me OD though
Yea look at my bih I got the check ya money short like DeVito
Yea look at my neck look at my wrist that's a big rock like Dino
The is work clean never dirty
My Cali plug flew a birdy
You all in my lane tryn swerve me
I shoot ya dumb ass wit this thirty aye
And slide wit ya bih she so purty
I'm throwing them stacks and she earning
Told that bih drive like she got some sense
Cause a young nigga riden dirty
She slurp on that dick like a Slurpee
Drop it down on the dick like a burpee
F*ck her long time on a perky
No thanksgiving but she got the turkey
I'm in my bag and She want a Birkin
I hit the gas the Maybach is swerving
I'm in the back and look out the curtains
Pole wit a ladder they makin me nervous aye

Yea, Yeah (Woof)
I hustle hard cause I need a lot
Pick out the drop and pull of the lot
They plotting and scheming know I keep a Glock on me
In the trap I box I got knots on me
Stacking a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop
You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block
Clean up like a mop umm yea
Hit a big lick, Big bag, Big cash (Cash, cash, cash)
Gotta big gun wit a big mag for a bih ass
Bix Bix Deuce Big Kove blood what's bracckin (Wh662p)
From summer to winter I eat you for dinner you niggas is dun up um yea

I was down on my ass
Dreaming that I gotta milly
But when I wake up I'm broke as I was
All of my friends they done left by a side
The woman ain't showing me love
I was a young and dumb lil dirty nigga
In the mix of drugs plenty murders nigga
100 Miles an hour I was swervein in that car stolen
See yo ass tomorrow (Skerrt)
But now a nigga up up jet flights soft land to a Benz truck
Cooperate meeting pick ya pens up
Dat back in what I'm here Fa
And I need that 10 fold call a play throw a pass I'm In the inzone
Dat polo capin get ya head gone I don't stay around boy I been gone
I shoot it out I don't tussle aye
I back in cause I don't trust em
Just to pull out fast I pull out fast dat 223 gone bust em aye
No love for these bitches don't cuff em
No love for theses niggas I duff em
It ain't for discussion but if it's bout money then we can discuss it
I ain't wit the f*ck shit um yea

Yea, Yeah (Woof)
I hustle hard cause I need a lot
Pick out the drop and pull off the lot
They plotting and scheming know I keep a Glock on me
In the trap I box I got knots on me
Stacking a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop
You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block
Clean up like a mop umm yea
Hit a big lick, Big bag, Big cash (Cash, cash, cash)
Gotta big gun wit a big mag for a bih ass
Bix Bix Deuce Big Kove blood what's bracckin (Wh662p)
From summer to winter I eat you for dinner you niggas is dun up um yea