The Big One Lyrics

You know, you know, you know who it is Gwallaa Gwalllaa Gwallaa Gwallaa too much of it , we ain't got enough though, you know what I'm saying

Uh,

Riding in the backseat, micro draco I be sliding it where a nigga say I can't go

Money on his head like a motherfucking kangoo Red dot on his face like a cherry tomato

Spin through his street, wrecking shit like tornadoes

Wiggin' my nigga thought I was coocoo

Opps dying, back to back shit like some Voodoo No Snakes the militia not looking for new troops

Uh, top shottaa, not running from no one

Four choppas with me trying to blow something

If I get locked tell the feds, I don't know nothing

Just show me my cell or tell me my bail

My pocket full, shout out my clientele

I sold a whole lot of dope at the trap spot

Talking about running in here, boy, ya bet not

Free kill, grab the Glock, boy, that's a set shot

Keep going hard till they notice me

They try to stop my shine, but I kept my foot on they necks

How you supposed to be? Shout out to the plug, drop the loads on me

Just look at my neck, got some froze on me

And, and every where I go got the pole on me

Cause everybody know I got bo's for cheap

You can just check how I'm living

Bout the bread whole gang, get to spinning just give us all a recognition

Spin through this bitch if you wanna

Put some hoes in your transmission

Put a switch on a burner

Bullets come out repetition

We got all different kind of ammunition

Nigga, play it's gone b a killing

Riding in the backseat

Micro, Draco, I be sliding everywhere Nigga say I can't go, money on his head like a motherfucking kangoo

Red dot on his face like a cherry tomato

Spin through his street, wrecking shit like Tornados

Wiggin' my niggas thought I was coocoo

Opps dying back to back shit like some voodoo

No snake, The militia, not looking for new troops

Uh, Top Shottaa, not running from no one

Four choppas with me trying to blow something

If I get locked to the feds, I don't know nothing

Just show me my cell or tell me my bail

My pocket full, shout out my clientele

I sold a whole lot of dope at the trap spot

Talking about running in here, boy, you bet not

Free kill, grab the Glock, boy, that's a shot

It's a kill

Nigga wanna play, but we kno wer he live, yeah

We gon' spend for days, ayy

Nigga can't even sleep

We gon' slide for weeks

Nigga wanna play, get beat

Nigga know how it be

Ima slide 223's