Big Timers

Why you mad? 'Cause we smokin' out the pound, hater?
Act in my cup lookin' like a grape Now and Later (Mud)
Think the feds tryna send unders to cop from me
That’s why I keep on cleaning dirty money like I’m OCD
If his price is too high then I’ma take his commas
Seen my future, gettin' free bands like diamonds and dollars
See, your chain ain’t real and you ain’t either
And my diamonds like my coke, it both got flakes in it
I’ma show you how to whip, put your wrist in it
Put the dope in the rental, hit the road, I’m riskin' it
See, you always broke, that’s why you probably mad
I’m 'bout to drop Forgis on the Benz, boy, do the math
Thirty pokin' out the .40, try me, that’s your ass
Hollow tip hit you, have you sportin' a colostomy bag
Six in the deuce, shit look like a mud bath
Try to Karo me, it be a bloodbath
Keep the .40 tucked, boy, we ain’t scrappin', nigga
Plus I know some killers that’s itchin' to come scratch a nigga
I need a freak that’s petite to come swamp a nigga
She ain’t makin' pieces but she give me good top, bitch nigga
Just me and four hundred grams on the road trip
'Bout to make forty bands on one flip
Catch me countin' a hundred bands wearin' a blindfold
Nigga, I can do this shit with my eyes closed
I keep that strong X, go in that two pills a jar
Plus I keep that lean on me like I’m Mr. Clark
Said I keep that strong X, go in that two pills a jar
Plus I keep that lean on me like I’m Mr. Clark
Yesterday was Gucci, so today was Bally
Bitch head was trash, took her ass to Rallys
Lot of niggas mad, but my bitches happy
Twenty on my neck, white buffs on, dreads nappy
Knock a nigga top off, hit Georgia, lay low
Puerto Rican bitch pulled up on me, look like J-Lo
VIP section, whole table full of Nayo
I could start a war, but they gon' chill 'cause I said so
Hit his block, get straight to the point like I’m Bledsoe
Two brownskin bitches, rest them bitches red, though
You in the club, shoes dirty, you don’t sell dope
Nine hundred for the Guccis, nigga, but the belt was four
Nutted on her face, call an Uber, bitch, you can go
Me and Trey Trey been cuttin' up since I had the 'fro
Boo still’ll stuff a three-five in a 'Wood for sure
B’ll blood walk in your hood and take a nigga ho
Me and brody threw a couple thousand, this shit on the floor
SB Nation in this bitch, y’all ain’t on shit
My nigga got twenty on his neck, bitch
Y’all some dirty ass, bum ass niggas
Put that square down, bitch, I got a big 'Wood
Couple niggas me and bro should’ve been jugged
Don’t confuse me with them lames, we don’t want love
Fuck your chain and your watch, bitch, we want blood
Woop, say, Fettie
Why the fuck is these niggas hatin' on us, man?
These niggas fucked up, man
Aw man, did y’all see you got about a hundred on your motherfuckin' neck,
my nigga?
Yeah, we big timers, nigga
This shit is truly beautiful, you know what I’m talkin' about?
Man, this shit wonderful, nigga
Aw man, we just slid down 7 Mile plus the whole D-Town, aw man
The bitches, man, aw, the bitches, man
Ayy, the whole table full of motherfuckin' Nayo, you bitch