Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shoot like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here on no opp shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Yuh money be short like something wrong with the aux
Big racks and we trapping out of TD
Big bottles and I take it to the feggi (To the face)
The runts gummy like that thang came from wriggly (From the plug)
Bunun clip for a nigga talking on the wifi
Pop grease it spicy like pickley's
You a rat like that boy that made fifi
Big bricks gotta cut it with machete's (Turn it up)
Bus it open make yuh weave touch yuh stilettos
A lot of rap niggas y'all pendejo
Keep a bunch of real nigga on the pay roll
Leave a hole in a nigga like a begal
And the choppa gonna Sizzle like Colongie
Gave him no try KAP just caught hommie
No cap, raw dog I like to party
It ain't mine even if yuh shit was tardy
Always strapped that's is word to my fanny
Old TV set you know I'm with the static
You'll be #1 that's word to granny
Over a 100 pros f*ck you and yuh Grammy
Trap money got me feeling out standing
Quarter mill. that is stashed in the attic
Thick bad bitch I'm about to slash it
Big bags cuz they know that I'm established
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Ayeee
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
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Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shoot like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here on no opp shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Yuh money be short like something wrong with the aux
Big racks and we trapping out of TD
Big bottles and I take it to the feggi (To the face)
The runts gummy like that thang came from wriggly (From the plug)
Bunun clip for a nigga talking on the wifi
Pop grease it spicy like pickley's
You a rat like that boy that made fifi
Big bricks gotta cut it with machete's (Turn it up)
Bus it open make yuh weave touch yuh stilettos
A lot of rap niggas y'all pendejo
Keep a bunch of real nigga on the pay roll
Leave a hole in a nigga like a begal
And the choppa gonna Sizzle like Colongie
Gave him no try KAP just caught hommie
No cap, raw dog I like to party
It ain't mine even if yuh shit was tardy
Always strapped that's is word to my fanny
Old TV set you know I'm with the static
You'll be #1 that's word to granny
Over a 100 pros f*ck you and yuh Grammy
Trap money got me feeling out standing
Quarter mill. that is stashed in the attic
Thick bad bitch I'm about to slash it
Big bags cuz they know that I'm established
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Ayeee
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shoot like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here on no opp shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Yuh money be short like something wrong with the aux
Big racks and we trapping out of TD
Big bottles and I take it to the feggi (To the face)
The runts gummy like that thang came from wriggly (From the plug)
Bunun clip for a nigga talking on the wifi
Pop grease it spicy like pickley's
You a rat like that boy that made fifi
Big bricks gotta cut it with machete's (Turn it up)
Bus it open make yuh weave touch yuh stilettos
A lot of rap niggas y'all pendejo
Keep a bunch of real nigga on the pay roll
Leave a hole in a nigga like a begal
And the choppa gonna Sizzle like Colongie
Gave him no try KAP just caught hommie
No cap, raw dog I like to party
It ain't mine even if yuh shit was tardy
Always strapped that's is word to my fanny
Old TV set you know I'm with the static
You'll be #1 that's word to granny
Over a 100 pros f*ck you and yuh Grammy
Trap money got me feeling out standing
Quarter mill. that is stashed in the attic
Thick bad bitch I'm about to slash it
Big bags cuz they know that I'm established
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Ayeee
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Big facts
Man all of my niggas they got gats
N' how you move better watch that
Dem boys them shooters like Iraq
Aye
Baby pop that thang thing get wavy
That thing too thick too crazy
You gon f*ck around and you gon get a baby
Aye
My niggas down and they with the shits
They getting money they ignorant
Do not come here with no op shit
Them boys go noodles with the chop sticks
Hollows Hit him, his mans and his side bitch
Put um on a flight to heaven with no pilot
You Should of known that my section was private
A bunch of bad bitches and they ain't got no guidance
Writer: Sean Andre
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