Bigger Lyrics

Yay, Okay, Yay, Yay, Oh, Okay,

Aye okay, hey, hey, hey

I told em

House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha

Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot

But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey

Aye, I thump, H town beat is in the trunk

Triple D until I slump, haters wana beat me to the punch

I hear these rappers and I swear they in a funk, and I ain't never took no bumps

All that doubting got my pockets looking plump

And if you with me on the beat you getting lumped

Cause I done made it out the dumps, young Shawnie, he ain't never been no punk

And I might pull up to yo spot and make it skunk, matter fact I make it reek

Young Shawn be rapping in his sleep, I might just take it to the hill like I'm Tyreek

Know I need Nikes on my feet, all these artist steady biting, like they teeth

I see me at every spot that Shawnie be, and every spot that Shawnie see

I told em

House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha

Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot

But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey

Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye

I told em

House got big, crib got bigger Aye

Okay look, Aye, to the top

To the top, To the top, To the top

Aye, Shawnie make it hot,

Aye, I can't never drop aye

To the top, To the top, To the top

To the top, To the top, To the top Aye

Triple D on blocks, buddy sliding round with that Glock

Never make it stop, T be climbing up the spots

I been getting hot, verses put em in they cot

I been trying stocks, what I'm learning got me shocked

Everything might flop before you make it to the top

To the top, To the top, To the top aye

To the top, To the top, To the roof,

To the roof, To the roof, To the roof, Aye, roof, To the roof

To the roof, aint no excuse

Drinking it up like it's juice, I'm tweaking like I'm on juice

My grand daddy got loose, my granny blew a fuse

For all you tryna boost, aye you better make you truce

The records I produce gone have you hanging in a noose

Every verse, every bar it sound like Shawnie been reused

Mixed with Hennessy, and fused, with everybody else's fruits

Ain't no excuse, it ain't cute, I ain't worried bout no suits

Know my God will make em scoot

T almighty like he Bruce, with my pen, I feel like Zeus, ain't no

Celling's out my noose, Guess they found the golden goose

Ima rep my city, how I spit it got obtuse

Song be ringing like I'm married

I done lost another tooth

How I'm rapping on these beats I'm knocking everything a loose

How I'm punching on these drums they might arrest me for abuse

Aye, Of the roof, of the roof, of the roof, of the roof

Might arrest me for abuse, Aye

At the Top of the roof, to the top, to the top, to the top

That's just what i do aye,

Young Shawnie got it cool

I might just pull up to the parking for the view, aye them boys aint never knew

Had my vision cloudy getting skewed baby

I knew this exactly how to move, I had to take it to the roof