Sig Sauer Lyrics

Big choppers, lid poppers, and we filming it all like some Tick tockers

Rich shottas, sniff powder, you gon' cower under my Sig Sauer

Tick tock, dot dot, where my Glock at

Gawk, gawk, that's just what your bitch give my cock

You ain't big steppin' just like me, where your socks at

I think I dropped my Glock on the ground, where my knife at

Hold up, bitch, I'm bout to shank

Pull up Uzi in his tank

Ain't no eating pussy if that shit is smelling rank

Fuck up out my lane, bout to burn this yellow paint

Fuck around and try me, I'll leave you drownin' in the rain

What he say? What he say

He want all the pain, pull his nails, set his sails, one way trip to hell

Finna swipe your bitch and she finna test her taste

Got your bitch up at my place and there ain't no saving face

Big choppers, lid poppers, and we filming it all like some Tick tockers

Rich shottas, sniff powder, you gon' cower under my Sig Sauer

Your bitch play with my balls, Stephen Curry

Dyke bitch stare at my wrist, cold McFlurry

Otter on my neck, on my back, got that furry on

Type shit, hit that high hits Makaveli

Big hits, Big hits, Big hits, Big hits

Big hits, Big hits, Big hits, Big hits