
Big back ft. MarrRackz & Nikel Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Get that bitch back, who let a bitch back in the bitch, I don't like a dick back, I'm
eating all my snacks, and I don't want to eat in my 420 snacks, like it's a little
too packed
I can't sit in my room while I'm buying her a dicky bag, that's why I fuck who, yeah
I fuck dick back
Dick back can't go in the office too, and I don't care if I'ma shoot her through her
food
Big bad cop on me, so I gave her A's
One girl kept on shooting, so I killed her mane
I ain't shoot her in her hip, I killed her with this blade
All my fellas coming up, and I ain't talking Banes
And I be running from these bitches, I ain't talking Blades
And I be all around the world, bitch, I be like a maze
Left a nigga hurting, he don't even know it's a pain
I ain't even drunk, but I ain't insane
I fuck who, yeah, we practicing, fuck big boss
I leave him like a birdie, cause he ate all the crack
He ate the whole Thanksgiving meal, he called it a quick snack
If you bring food around though, they ain't gonna lack
They ain't gonna lack
They ain't shut up when I put that 480 in his back
Catch a nigga wack, and then I fuck him in his butt
Fuck him really hard, I bet I make a nigga die
Man, no ditty on the track, I made a tranny ski
My Glock, put a DTL, y'all made it cum
If y'all don't like the raps, then I don't pick it, y'all better go on
Make a song out the track, me, I'm feeling credible
I ain't TSC, but I ain't with Big 3
Cooking in the trap, I'm in some snow to the feet
I'm the tribe, me, I made a plate, I'm so sweet
I lost my focus, now I gotta get back on my journey
Fuck who, yeah, fuck big boss
I don't wanna talk, but I don't shit chat
I don't fuck with that fat ho, so I'ma hit her with a Kit-Kat
I'm a candy, I'ma smack her with a Big Mac
Keep it moving, it's fancy, I'ma hop up on the track
Every time that they hear me, they think that I created rap
All these rhymes are coming in my head like Dr. Seuss
I can't hop up in the store, I gotta stay up in the trap
I gotta make this money for my party, walk down that cell