CUMPLETE Lyrics

Big smoker

Big poker

Gang green

Hot from ganja steam

Invoker of the chain smokers

Never chain chokers

Big bag big bet

Phat checks bad bitch in my bed

Oh shit

Gettin big cuts from the shows bitch

Big glow from my team

Big drip big boat

Finna need a bigger sea

Larger O-cean

Liquidated portions of the portraits

Mold the character who finna cop porches

And the fortunes

All whips called imported

Full meal courses

Dropped off them porches

We wasn't horsin

Deportin big moves into fools

This shit had us assembling

Talkin from the line to the tool

From the fire to the cool

Out from the lies to the truth

Who you fags tryna fool

Fuck all that patience

Watch what they takin

Listen what they thinkin

These fools big faking

These dudes ain't making

Nothin that they saying

Really all I'm baking

Is up in the studio

Brody had me hot

On the mic, a ruthless foe

She wanna be Beyoncé

He wanna be Diddy yo

Call it shame or a pity tho

Pledged after they hero

Jus to see

They can't be

Them oh

Be ya own

Be ya own

Be ya own

Stop chasin the imagine

They painting yo

Be ya own

Be ya own

Do what ever makes you do you

Spittin from the dome

Let em know

Who the fuck scripted all the shit for the song

After jus bout 15 hits from a 3 foot bong

Let em know

How it's done

Walkin down the block

Big boss

Got my opps on the clock

They scared running off

They know I pop on the drop

Rhyme scheme off the chain

Slung the pendent at the frame

Split in half killed the fame

Came back for ya brain

Take you out off the game

Fuck you mean you a king

I'm the ACE

I'm the lead

So basically better then

All of the names

The last of the Gs

An everlasting elite

Fuck it

Poppin the drums on the beat

Makin fire in this seat

When I'm fed get my dogs all they treats

Nothin said was figuratively

Less we talkin bout all the money

Comin in or leaving

The way that we spend

You think we'd have nothing

But the crew floods accounts with numerous amounts

Checks neva bounce

Just cop'd another pound

Bouta blow another ounce

Bouta be smoking the bong

Bouta be puttin em on

Think I wouldn't have been doin this shit

Bitch

Well I'm on

Hoe I'm the king and the kong

Peace like ying and the yang

Tail end of the song

Neva fail-

Bounce back with the bong

Hits for the strong

We pulled from the bong

Out from the ash

We is grown

We is strong

Bounce back from the past

Just to master the task

Of the acro-bats

Bringing the speed

Intentionally

Think I wouldn't have cop'd all this energy

Bitch-

Fuckin that hoe til she complete

Fuckin her till she cums on me

That's ya bitch this my team

We passin her with the cream