B.I.G Lyrics

They say they been running shit I had enough of it bruh they don’t do it like me no

Lil buddy I’m raw Skrate drop no cut in it you can call me OD though

Yea look at my bih I got the check ya money short like DeVito

Yea look at my neck look at my wrist that’s a big rock like Dino

The is work clean never dirty

My Cali plug flew a birdy

You all in my lane tryn swerve me

I shoot ya dumb ass wit this thirty aye

And slide wit ya bih she so purty

I’m throwing them stacks and she earning

Told that bih drive like she got some sense

Cause a young nigga riden dirty

She slurp on that dick like a Slurpee

Drop it down on the dick like a burpee

Fuck her long time on a perky

No thanksgiving but she got the turkey

I’m in my bag and She want a Birkin

I hit the gas the Maybach is swerving

I'm in the back and look out the curtains

Pole wit a ladder they makin me nervous aye

Yea, Yeah (Woof)

I hustle hard cause I need a lot

Pick out the drop and pull of the lot

They plotting and scheming know I keep a Glock on me

In the trap I box I got knots on me

Stacking a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop

You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block

Clean up like a mop umm yea

Hit a big lick, Big bag, Big cash (Cash, cash, cash)

Gotta big gun wit a big mag for a bih ass

Bix Bix Deuce Big Kove blood what's bracckin (Wh662p)

From summer to winter I eat you for dinner you niggas is dun up um yea

I was down on my ass

Dreaming that I gotta milly

But when I wake up I’m broke as I was

All of my friends they done left by a side

The woman ain’t showing me love

I was a young and dumb lil dirty nigga

In the mix of drugs plenty murders nigga

100 Miles an hour I was swervein in that car stolen

See yo ass tomorrow (Skerrt)

But now a nigga up up jet flights soft land to a Benz truck

Cooperate meeting pick ya pens up

Dat back in what I’m here Fa

And I need that 10 fold call a play throw a pass I’m In the inzone

Dat polo capin get ya head gone I don’t stay around boy I been gone

I shoot it out I don’t tussle aye

I back in cause I don’t trust em

Just to pull out fast I pull out fast dat 223 gone bust em aye

No love for these bitches don’t cuff em

No love for theses niggas I duff em

It ain’t for discussion but if it’s bout money then we can discuss it

I ain’t wit the fuck shit um yea

Yea, Yeah (Woof)

I hustle hard cause I need a lot

Pick out the drop and pull off the lot

They plotting and scheming know I keep a Glock on me

In the trap I box I got knots on me

Stacking a lot bloody get rid of it soon as it drop

You hanging wit ops I load 30 shots and mob down your block

Clean up like a mop umm yea

Hit a big lick, Big bag, Big cash (Cash, cash, cash)

Gotta big gun wit a big mag for a bih ass

Bix Bix Deuce Big Kove blood what's bracckin (Wh662p)

From summer to winter I eat you for dinner you niggas is dun up um yea