BIG HOMIE ft. Ziggy Trapthlete Lyrics

Got the pedal to the medal fuck a bra aye ache

Got my foot on niggas' neck I hope it break

I pull the dick out the box like fuck a day aye ate

Ain't tryna conversate we fuckin' out the gate

Yeah you probably poppin' now but bitch you know I been on

Every nigga poppin' got a song for me to get on

Flyer than an eagle need an opp for me to shit on

Nigga seven feet look up to me just like I'm big homie

My earrings kinda loud I think I need to turn the beat up

This BM kind of spacious so I gotta push my seat up

Speaking of BM she throat me up until she hiccup

Treat me like her lord she suckin' dick I got my feet up

Got a drum on my gun

On the East we call them B-cups

Stunt with 100s just for fun

Use the 20s for my Re-up

I can't trust a bitch for nothin

We get married signed a prenup Before I fuck go in the bathroom in the mirror and throw the C Up

Flirtatious when I mingle that's why I like being single

Say it's cheaper if you keep her once I hit then I'ma leave her

Yeah you poppin' now but check the score cause nigga we up

Soon as I end this verse then I'ma go up on my features

Got the pedal to the medal fuck a bra aye ache

Got my foot on niggas' neck I hope it break

I pull the dick out the box like fuck a day aye ate

Ain't tryna conversate we fuckin' out the gate

Yeah you probably poppin' now but bitch you know I been on

Every nigga poppin' got a song for me to get on

Flyer than an eagle need an opp for me to shit on

Nigga seven feet look up to me just like I'm big homie

I gave that ho the boot but I ain't talkin' bout no Timberlands

She say she wanna fuck inside the coupe so I went and bought a Benz

Spent $2,500 on some shoes she like who made them

100 shots get to clearing shit out this Glock my shooters some maid men

Back in middle school we ain't have no ride we had to walk to school

Longway wasnt no plumber or mechanic but you know he kept a tool

These hoes'll fuck your homeboy and play a dirty game and they'll think it's cool

But I'ma fuck lil' shawty cousin in April and have her lookin' a foolish

Shell toes and a 38 revolver you know I'm shootin' to win

Free lil' B he fightin' inside that box thats why I hate the pen

These hoes they say they love ya and down the ride til they see what you whippin' in

These sunny days in a better place I'm movin' on up like the Jeffersons

Got the pedal to the medal fuck a bra aye ache

Got my foot on niggas' neck I hope it break

I pull the dick out the box like fuck a day aye ate

Ain't tryna conversate we fuckin' out the gate

Yeah you probably poppin' now but bitch you know I been on

Every nigga poppin' got a song for me to get on

Flyer than an eagle need an opp for me to shit on

Nigga seven feet look up to me just like I'm big homie