B.I.G In The Bape Hoodie Lyrics

Chim from the grave

Cooking bass like the purple tape

Long live Chim Beatz, uh

Yeah

Yeah

I'm feeling like BIG in the Bape hoodie

Prada shades on my Lexus is grey

Fully automatic when I spray

I'm still aiming it straight

Still aiming it straight

Still aiming it straight

Like the Jordan 17s the steel came with a case

This ain't roll call

You can get killed naming a name

My skilled language insane

You still famous and lame

South paw in the ring

I use ill angles for pain

You try to line me up

You'll get peeled strangled and flamed

Dash you off the roof top

I'm Wayne in the purple Bape

Caught you at your show

Took your chain and your vertebare

Sell it back to you thats the wage that a burglar make

Chim from the grave cooking bass like the purple tape

Verse up in the pot

Stir and watch it percolate

Lurking in the underground

My seeds gonna germinate

Best of both borders

Refugees in the perfect place

Trying to boost the economy

And boost the murder rate

There's no way out

There's no way out

There's no way out

There's no way out

I'ma holla at God

You on the guest list for 6

Its like the bullets missed a turn

How they exit the fifth

Metaphor litmus test

Triple beam dream

Two banned Jordan 1s shimmer

Like a fresh brick of fish