Big

Hmm, uh-huh

(Hit-Boy)

Bitch

Man, this life shit gettin' crazy, crazy

I done, I done made it

I done made it, made it, yeah

I'm sick and tired of these hatin' ass niggas, though

Let my dick breathe for a couple seconds, man, shit

Fuck nigga

Uh, yeah

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse

Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best

I done Metta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest

I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec

Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest

Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah

I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project

Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?

Army sergeant, no rank, yeah, okay

If you ain't payin' a hundred thousand, get them features out my face

50K to install a codeine fountain in my new estate

I got that pump, it's ironic how that pump made him pump his breaks

I ain't Lil Pump but I got double Glocks on me like Gucci Gang

We ball like Wilt Chamberlain, like the name of them old Gucci tapes

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane

That lil' bitch like, burr, why she so insecure?

Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?

I got my crib in here, havin' some kids, yeah

I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah

I do it big, yeah, big big, yeah (Let's go)

She saw me in the club, how did you get in here?

Fuck is you doin' here? Why is you shootin' here?

Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah

Doin' it big, yeah, big big, yeah

Yeah, away, away, away, away, away

You want bullshit, I hit you with that olé

Told my shooter I gotta prove myself no lame

Even when I stand up and hit it from the back I'ma still get laid

Your bitch a dragon, she run up on me, she get slayed

I took a piss in your dead homie grave, uh (Let's get it)

Chicago shit, Chicago nigga

Fuckin' with a Philadelphia bitch

Yeah, I'm super rich, I could pay your rent, Rollie doesn't tick

Chopper with the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended

Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich

Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't forget shit

You don't know when to stand

You got it bad, man, come in, oh

Oh, baby, come in

Man, I don't forget shit

Uh, yeah

I'm on a Percocet, yeah, I just had to relapse

Even at my worst, I'm feeling like I am the best

I done Meta Word Peace to myself like I'm Ron Artest

I never been a referee but I still got a Tec, Kel-Tec

Shoot you in your stomach, make this shit hard to digest

Rockstar, listening Jimi Hendrix in the projects, yeah

I'ma turn a nigga block to an art project

Picasso, I paint that, where the fuck is the bank at?

Army sergeant, no rank, yeah