Big leagues Lyrics

(Got a 40 on me)

Got a 40 on me, and you know I let it blow

Keep my feelings in a box, cause I'm never letting go

My life's been crazy, so I gotta keep it on the low

If I hear you talking shit, I'm gonna ask for the sum more

Take a listen, I'ma get my diss and raping with extensions

I ain't finished, had to serve detention, I don't want no bitches

I ain't never switching, I ain't never snitching

Got a freak hoe on me twitching, when I hop up in a whip

Then I swerve into the kitchen, ayy

You say I can't shoot, you be talking like you want it

But you won't pursue, you be talking all that

But you won't, I come to the booth

And if you ever did, then you might lose your tooth

You be talking like a gangster, but you really ain't shit

I write my name in your blood and we can call it a skit

I be taking dubs when I watch you lay in the pit

I'm the big dog, always chasing bricks with a big log

40 on my waist, so you best watch

Put you in' your place steal your flip flops

Ridin' round the city, I'ma knock your top off

If you pop off, you can drop off with a big watch

Got a big beam, hear the crowd scream

Finna feed the team, people know my name

But they don't know my theme, need to smoke my green

Gotta break the bitches spleen, I am never clean

Sipping on my lean, I just need some loyalty

Used to be a f****ing fean, family grew up saying please

But I grew up being mean

F****ing hoe

Who he think he is, he be pulling at the script

I ain't worried about a bitch, we shoot to kill and don't miss

Fuck Johnny, leave him in a ditch, smelling like piss

I rap like this, boys in me trap like this

Johnny talking shit to Tye, I ain't gon' let it slide

This is not a drill, you just gon' live to die

We f***ing up your life, and no, you cannot hide

That's why you bisexual as f***, and you part of pride

You a bum and a bitch and I put it on my life

I'm that type of boy, you pull a gun, I pull a knife

Should I smack the f*** out of you? I sure just might

I ain't praying by my way back, it's the way that I turn

I write some lyrics on my paper and I let that bitch burn

Brody talk shit about Tyes mom, but he learn

To never talk shit again or he'll get hurt

Big 30 odd six, finna blow your ass away

I got money to make, and I call it a day

She said she want the dick, and I tell her okay

Need some diamonds on my neck, get a VV8

I'ma crash the whip, I'ma break the laws

I ain't f***ing with no bitches, they gon' take and charge

I'ma make it to the big leagues with all my dogs