No Biggie Lyrics

This beef shit can get like Biggie and Tupac

If your brother talkin' shit

No biggie, I'll smoke two packs

Goin' 60, slidin' down your block

Where my tool at

Buddy, this ain't COD, if you die, there ain't no Gulag

None my opps can get me, bitch, I'm livin till 100 years

Your bitch fuckin' with the dope, boy,

She feel comfort here

Your faggot ass drinkin' Bud Light

Yeah you love that beer

Broke up with that bitch the worst way

I shed a tear

Like I said, I'm livin' till 100, none my opps can get me

Bullets comin' out the draco

Big as hell he hit a shimmy

Me and iceymob, we grindin' hard

We takin over cities

Freaky bitch up in the club

She twerkin while I grab her titties

Trap house like a supermarket

Bitch, we got bags for sale

It's 2023, you never know

But she look like a male

Beat your brother ass

Cause he weird and he wearin' a tail

Gave him any chances, ahhh-

Gave him any chances

He a loser, yeah, he always fail

Swervin' lanes

Slidin' to your crib to get your cat impaled

Quick to flip a bag

Yeah, I never fail a fuckin' sale

I can't never love a bitch with a gag reflex Pullin' up with Henny and Honey

We havin' sweet sex

Nah, I ain't no fuckin' referee

But, bitch I keep techs

You thought you had your bitch on lock

But now she a ex

I'm finally pullin' up,

Let's get the motherfuckin' party started

You say my dick was mid

Then why you fuckin coochie fartin' (pfft)

Whole gang some pits

You hear the fuckin' dogs barkin (Arooh)

Tryna run from me

But I can hear your car stallin

Pick up-Pick up-Pick up the phone

Yeah, that's the fuckin' bands callin

Your boyfriend talkin' tough

You gon' see your mans fallin'

Dunkin' on these bitches like Juwanna Mann, I'm ballin

My mama seen the racks and

Yeah, she said it was appallin

Talkin' shit, I'm makin' more than, ahhhh-

Talkin' shit, I'm makin' more than your mom

And daddy

Makin-Makin' racks off crack, I went and bought a brand new Caddy

Fuckin' on your bitch

Because she funny and she got a fatty

Bullets from the draco rip them up

Then turn them to a patty

In bikini bottom, yeah

I'm wipin' off her sandy cheeks

She suckin' on my dick

She say I taste good like candy meat

Baby, yeah, you fuckin' with a boss

Just take my hand and see

Leave her beat, cripple, yeah

Bitch, with a capital C

Cruisin' 150 down the highway while smokin

A Breeze

Bitch, you know I'm crippin' middle fingers to The fuckin' B's

Hangin' out the window throwin' bullets yeah, They run like girls

You a bitch, like you wear a tutu, yeah

I'll make you twirl

Give the bitch a badly pressed perky

I made her hurl

Got a bitch, look like Ice Spice

Yeah, I love her curls

Pussies in the industry been suckin' off these Labels

Finna get a Grammy, yeah

You see me up on cable

She let me fuck on other bitches cause my

Money stable

He said I'm pussy, died a day later

Now I'm turning tables

Ayyy, bitch Yeah, we takin' over, City's daily, bitch

You know the vibes, big motion moves only, bitch

Big BGG up on this hoe