I left now I'm back
And I'm better than ever
I keep me Ah glizzy
I shoot at whoever
Me and juv
Beat the case
We beqt it together
Then we sat at the table
We eatin together
He killed his homie way back ina day
And it's crazy cus they be together
I'm ona block
And ima trappin it makin it
He talkin we get him together
I'm f*ckin friends
Hittem together
I wanna benz
Seats vinilla
Cartier lens
Be with what ever
I'm settin trends
I tellem the weather
Them niggas is bitches
They tell in whoever
I'm mindin my business
Just tellem do better
Blue hunnits cripping
I'm throwing up letters
I feel it drizzle
Burberry umbrellas
I got da top spot
I gotta get back
I got big gloxk
It gotta kick back
They though I would fold
I hadda sit back
Ima do push ups
Work on my 6 pack
How u gon run with the drip
Come here lil nigga
Gimmie my shit back
How she gon run from the dick
Come here lil bitch
Throw that shit back
He trappin his man
They lookin like riff back
I'm up in big Sax
I'm spending big rack
I get temp fade
I get my bitch tracks
I throw a parade
I ain't doin a diss track
What he got in that picture
I went and I spent that
He better stop jiffin
We come to flip that
Shoot at a nigga
Them niggas ain't hit back
We movem out
Like he ain't pay his rent yet
I gotta level up. Ain't no competitor
She wanna eat me up
Like I was edible
She wanna see me
But I'm not available
I got get the money
I kno who to sell it to
If I go to cali
I'm mailin you
You wanna duck on da riffy
I'm nailin you
It's all about money I just want they revenue
Police they hadda witness he ain't credible
I beat a body on niggas
They sick
No I ain't f*ckin with niggas
They slick
I'm low on homies
But this how get
But I gotta homie
That's makin da sticks
Trap rock and rollin
We takin a risk
It's 5 ina mornin
It's late as it get
He ona gram
He takin ah pic
I'm sellin grams
Come take u ah hit
I love the fans
They love riff
I got dem bands
I got dem sticks
Junkie keep callin
He jus wanna fix
That nigga broke
Tellem to fix it
I got them shooters
And they don't miss
I got some movers
And they gon blitz
Bitch I'm Big Homie Im Riff
Bitch im big homie I'm Lit
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I left now I'm back
And I'm better than ever
I keep me Ah glizzy
I shoot at whoever
Me and juv
Beat the case
We beqt it together
Then we sat at the table
We eatin together
He killed his homie way back ina day
And it's crazy cus they be together
I'm ona block
And ima trappin it makin it
He talkin we get him together
I'm f*ckin friends
Hittem together
I wanna benz
Seats vinilla
Cartier lens
Be with what ever
I'm settin trends
I tellem the weather
Them niggas is bitches
They tell in whoever
I'm mindin my business
Just tellem do better
Blue hunnits cripping
I'm throwing up letters
I feel it drizzle
Burberry umbrellas
I got da top spot
I gotta get back
I got big gloxk
It gotta kick back
They though I would fold
I hadda sit back
Ima do push ups
Work on my 6 pack
How u gon run with the drip
Come here lil nigga
Gimmie my shit back
How she gon run from the dick
Come here lil bitch
Throw that shit back
He trappin his man
They lookin like riff back
I'm up in big Sax
I'm spending big rack
I get temp fade
I get my bitch tracks
I throw a parade
I ain't doin a diss track
What he got in that picture
I went and I spent that
He better stop jiffin
We come to flip that
Shoot at a nigga
Them niggas ain't hit back
We movem out
Like he ain't pay his rent yet
I gotta level up. Ain't no competitor
She wanna eat me up
Like I was edible
She wanna see me
But I'm not available
I got get the money
I kno who to sell it to
If I go to cali
I'm mailin you
You wanna duck on da riffy
I'm nailin you
It's all about money I just want they revenue
Police they hadda witness he ain't credible
I beat a body on niggas
They sick
No I ain't f*ckin with niggas
They slick
I'm low on homies
But this how get
But I gotta homie
That's makin da sticks
Trap rock and rollin
We takin a risk
It's 5 ina mornin
It's late as it get
He ona gram
He takin ah pic
I'm sellin grams
Come take u ah hit
I love the fans
They love riff
I got dem bands
I got dem sticks
Junkie keep callin
He jus wanna fix
That nigga broke
Tellem to fix it
I got them shooters
And they don't miss
I got some movers
And they gon blitz
Bitch I'm Big Homie Im Riff
Bitch im big homie I'm Lit
And I'm better than ever
I keep me Ah glizzy
I shoot at whoever
Me and juv
Beat the case
We beqt it together
Then we sat at the table
We eatin together
He killed his homie way back ina day
And it's crazy cus they be together
I'm ona block
And ima trappin it makin it
He talkin we get him together
I'm f*ckin friends
Hittem together
I wanna benz
Seats vinilla
Cartier lens
Be with what ever
I'm settin trends
I tellem the weather
Them niggas is bitches
They tell in whoever
I'm mindin my business
Just tellem do better
Blue hunnits cripping
I'm throwing up letters
I feel it drizzle
Burberry umbrellas
I got da top spot
I gotta get back
I got big gloxk
It gotta kick back
They though I would fold
I hadda sit back
Ima do push ups
Work on my 6 pack
How u gon run with the drip
Come here lil nigga
Gimmie my shit back
How she gon run from the dick
Come here lil bitch
Throw that shit back
He trappin his man
They lookin like riff back
I'm up in big Sax
I'm spending big rack
I get temp fade
I get my bitch tracks
I throw a parade
I ain't doin a diss track
What he got in that picture
I went and I spent that
He better stop jiffin
We come to flip that
Shoot at a nigga
Them niggas ain't hit back
We movem out
Like he ain't pay his rent yet
I gotta level up. Ain't no competitor
She wanna eat me up
Like I was edible
She wanna see me
But I'm not available
I got get the money
I kno who to sell it to
If I go to cali
I'm mailin you
You wanna duck on da riffy
I'm nailin you
It's all about money I just want they revenue
Police they hadda witness he ain't credible
I beat a body on niggas
They sick
No I ain't f*ckin with niggas
They slick
I'm low on homies
But this how get
But I gotta homie
That's makin da sticks
Trap rock and rollin
We takin a risk
It's 5 ina mornin
It's late as it get
He ona gram
He takin ah pic
I'm sellin grams
Come take u ah hit
I love the fans
They love riff
I got dem bands
I got dem sticks
Junkie keep callin
He jus wanna fix
That nigga broke
Tellem to fix it
I got them shooters
And they don't miss
I got some movers
And they gon blitz
Bitch I'm Big Homie Im Riff
Bitch im big homie I'm Lit
Writer: Ayinde Morris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC