Big Man Ting

Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Something like a don but you kiss that ring
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
The blacker the berry, sweeter the juice
I meet up my plug at Honneydew
Be careful don’t ever step on my shoe
We did it my nigga without a push
Young hitter, broke ass niggas like taking ass pictures in the loo
Talk about me 'case nobody talks about you
And if a nigga fuck you up
You run to Daily Sun and sue
The blacker the berry, sweeter the juice
You got faggot money moves
Low self esteem young niggas
Tweet real niggas 'cause you drunk on booze
We don’t care about your menopause
Still finna make a nigga bleed
You know a don don’t talk to sheep
Your mami know that dick go deep
Pull up your dress young man
Take it in the but like a bitch
Ain’t always a way in the game
That’s why BMQ do big man tingz
Cosigns come by Cuban links
B3nchMarq never kiss ass
B3nchMarq never take pics with your favourites
B3nchMarq roll two man, no associates
B3nchMarq really don’t care about your periods
B3nchMarq ain’t finna die with our millions
Drug addiction made a nigga quit Hip Hop
Casio clock finna make 'em nigga follow us
I swim with the sharks
Don’t care about Noah’s ark
Y’all better know where the flows at
Before y’all come out the closet
B3nchMarq nigga be chosen
This fame thing nigga be poison
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Something like a don but you kiss that ring
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
I just pulled up at the lab
And my plug tryna call me
But my phone is on silent
Also got a beat from J-Smash that we gotta murder
Excuse all the violence
Been at it, still widdit, got the t-shirt
An the cap, nigga cava the mileage
A lotta shiny things on niggas lately
But the skill game needs a polish
Where was you niggas
When we was plotting this shit by the end of the day
Where was you niggas
When all these promoters was really not wiling to pay
All your mamis love me
Way before the filters or the hash tag slay
All you dummies never heard sounds
In our tummies I know that you’re fake
What happens when our luck runs out, stupid
What happens when the bitch in you comes out, bougie
Is you really 'bout the pulling up on niggas
While they walking off stage
We don’t make the same paper
Meaning we ain’t on the same page
Big talk coming from lil boys
We gotta cosign your demo is just noise
And bitch talk coming from big boys
Now the whole G code’s partially destroyed
Big man we’re not the same
Music on blast don’t worry 'bout the name
Big man we’re not the same
I’m talking flight mode
I ain’t high off the fame
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Something like a don but you kiss that ring
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting
Big man ting, big man ting, big man ting