Big Mad ft. Rambo Rell Lyrics

5PM, phone blowin' up

Rambo with the zip costs

125 plus 20, drop that bitch off

Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece

Rick Ross

Gotta drop this trick off

Can't forget to wipe your tip off

My temper bad, you can miss me with this slick talk

Flip the switch, make them crip walk

Salute me, I'm the big dog

Grew up in the sticks, dodgin' hits

Like we playin' dodgeball

Get missin', before I send them hound dogs

Really not the one you wanna tick off

Shit get ugly when I'm pissed off

When I die, nail me to the big cross

Shawty did me bad, now I'm gettin' big bags

Now you lookin' sad, sorry for the big loss

Get lost, in my feelings over nothin

Think I'm bout to crash out

In the ocean Too much pressure, think I'm bout to pass out

Push me to my limits, yeah, now I gotta act out

Keep the fakes away, yeah, I'm focused on that cash route

Different kinda nigga, what you mad about

Actin' tough, got him laid out

Praisin' clout for a dollar, that's the wave now

Loyalty should bring you royalties

Money one thing I don't play bout

Walk him down, walk him down, face shot

Wrap him like a mummy

History, R.I.P. lil dummy

Choppin' with that drummy

Call that bitch LaTommie, yeah

blind side, never seen it comin

Barrel blazin', bullets hummin

7-6-2, left him walkin' like a zombie

Mmm, shit bag, gotta feed him through his stomach

Livin' fast, tryna see a hunnid

Yellow tag, yeah, you know who done it

Body bags, toe tags Back to back, we keep on thumpin

Lit like gasoline, no trampoline

We get it jumpin

You ain't scarin', I won't spare none

I'm a rare one, I could shoot you or shoot the fair one

S.O.S. when the heater pop, it's not a flare gun

Back to square one, pull up and rock your shit

With sticks, snares, drums

Don't criticize the way we get it

That's the way we livin', did I mention

You gotta get it now, cause later ain't no pensions

I feel tension, I sense dissin', why you doin' that

If we pop first, it ain't no chance that you shootin' back

Fiends cop from a small sniff, no cologne sample

OGs ain't the OGs no more, they the wrong example

I see red, no ragin bull

You a bitch, not a money makin' Mitch

But I'm payed in full

The streets ain't the streets cause there ain't no forum

How you measure a nigga heart

Up the ruler on him

Bitch a Midas

I collect

What's good, Rambo