[ Featuring Flexxo ]
Wooooo sheeesh dat dat boy BigGoDumbk
Uh, yeah, if I say I did it, I done it
Stop playin', my nigga you know how we coming
Big 3's, I feel like I'm Andre Drummond
Yeah, that boy, he go nuts like the almond
I'ma shot the block Electra like I'm Carmen
We get that boy smoke like a plant, I'm farming
On my way to the top, boy, you niggas is fallin' off
Big stick go to work, no callin' off
I'm heavy in the paint Pau Gasol
It's a heavy camp like Black Youngsta
Who gon' shake somethin', boy, I know it ain't y'all
And your bitch givin' brain, she a know-it-all
This some lil shit right there, we gon' blow it all
Nigga, pass me my blunt, it don't go to y'all
That boy thought he was crackin', now he fallin' off
These niggas ain't there for your downfall
Now these niggas around when she get colossal
The lie detector say that that shit you doin' was false
I'm a beast, finna turn to a monster
How these niggas won't lie to your honor
These niggas will act like they're hard and tell on they brother
Gotta watch who you, callin' your mans, they fed undercover
These niggas gon' see about this shit, twin, I'm tellin' ya
I ain't even gotta say too much,
Not at all, shit
Cause they know how we coming, yeah, huh
Crack out the cut with this switch, huh
He tried to run and got hit in his shit
Tryin' to diss on my three take his mind
He posted' that boy on the net, but he ain't doin' fine
I'm in the Brook where I know that I'm good
I'm makin' these plays strapped up like I'm Suge
I'm bang to the left with that fye on my right
I'm takin' his pipe cause he ain't steppin' right
These niggas be pouring itty bitty lines
I crack up on Vinny , and we drop a five
I done fell asleep, woke up, niggas still got that drink on my mind
It's a nightmare, I'm on Krueger Time
This 40 cal , I'm on Cougar time
I'm feelin' like Freddy, that drac get to hitting, spread like confetti
They ask who what i came for , nigga, that fetty
He say he wanna fade, but I hope that you ready
Lining shit up, four, five, six, seven
He reach for his gun, meet three, fifty-seven
He ran out of luck, playin' 7-11
Shots go off at the 7-11
Shit, I come draw all that shit down
I put the bricks down, tryna send you to heaven
Aint this shit crazy, how the f*ck they say they was down for me
Shit get tough, and then look around, shit, ain't nobody around for me
It's no need to run or hide, lil nigga that Drac can kick through your family tree
I don't care if they abandon me, I'm in the trap right now, baggin Bobby and Whitney
I'm sellin' that Sandy Cheeks
