BIG Lyrics

It's that big drip

Aye, aye, aye

M.A what up (Zombie on the track)

Yeah (Whoa, sheesh, sheesh)

Solo dolo in the studio with it (LPC)

Gang gang with me in spirit though (Yeah)

Uh

Whoa, whoa

One verse, one hearse, uh (Rose)

These dudes act like hoes and I don't get it

I ain't apologizin' for shit

Boy, you best forget it (Just forget it)

To my parents I'm indebted (I am)

In this game my name embedded

I'm the voice of South Brooklyn (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Boy, my legacy cemented (Ha)

If you wanna keep on typin'

You can "at" me, dawg

But if you wanna get to fightin'

Please come at me, dawg (Come at me)

If I gotta defend myself

Then I'ma clap you, dawg (Bye-bye)

I can run circles 'round you, dickhead

I just lapped you, dawg

Okay now

I don't need no new friends

I got no one left to flatter (Nobody)

They been prayin' on my downfall

I'm still climbin' up the ladder (I'm still climbin')

Boy, you only got few songs out

Your opinion doesn't matter (It doesn't)

I can tell you love the image

But in fact you ain't no rapper (Poser)

Where's your motherfuckin' work ethic

You're really just an actor (Actor)

I'ma keep pissin' you off, motherfucker

You should check your bladder (Check it)

When you shed light on the truth

You gon' see all 'em roaches scatter

Man, I'm worlds away from all you pions

Smokin' dope on Saturn (Whoa)

Stack it and go

Back for some mo' (Ha)

In love with money, I'm chasin' the dough (Money)

Bitch keep the pussy, I just want your throat (Throat)

Shout out to ScHoolboy, all I do is float (Float)

Dressed in all black, bitch I feel like The Crow (Whoa, whoa)

I'm not the one that you wanna provoke (Yeah)

You in my crosshairs, you boutta get smoked (Smoked)

Can't believe I'm doing this, it's a joke

Damn, damn

If you ain't got no enemies then make you some

Oh, you never been a hostage

Boy, I'm boutta make you one (Whoa)

Have a bitch seduce you

I'll kidnap you and abuse you (I will)

They won't miss you when they lose you (They won't)

Have you seen Rosey go cuckoo (Cuckoo)

I'ma lift you off your feet

Beat you till you're purple like Mewtwo (Baow, baow)

Keep a bad bitch in my sheets

She gon' do whatever I choose to (Thot)

You should see me in these streets

They wavin' every time I cruise through (Hey)

Damn, that Jew Boy been a loose screw (Loose screw)

Stackin' money till it's beaucoup (Whoa)

Off the wall like a laser (Uh)

Keep the fame, I need paper (Uh)

Fuck a deal, I've been major (Uh)

Please don't do me no favors (Yeah)

What goes around gon' come around

So I ain't worried 'bout haters (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

I'll hand y'all the karma myself

Motherfucker, I've never been a good waiter (Whoa)

I'm swervin' off in that 'Rari Testarossa

No, I ain't sorry (Nah)

Ten mimosas got me all gnarly (Twisted)

Cosa Nostra flow, I'm John Gotti (Gotti)

I've been on a roll, you can't stop me (Can't)

Use my mind, soul and my body (Body)

Rich in spirit, so you can't rob me

"Less Is More" is out

Man, finally

Rosey, where you been

Rosey, Rosey, where you been at (Where you been at)

I'm still in the gym, girl

I finally got that six pack (Look)

And I ain't even in my prime

There's so much more to give back (There is)

Got the weight of the whole world on my chest

It's hard to bench that

But somethin' told me keep movin' (Movin')

I ain't turnin' back from this music (Music)

Just as quick as you can come up is just as quick as you can go lose it (Whoa)

So I gotta be grateful (Yeah)

Although I'm far from stable

I know that shit gon' work itself out, so I'ma remain faithful (Blessed)

Okay now

Please tell me who got the juice (Juice)

I can kill them and they group (Group)

All by myself, I don't need me no help

Y'all let the animal loose (Whoa)

Walk in the club and I light this bitch up

Make it rain on these sluts like I'm Zeus (Zeus)

You was taking shots, thinkin' that you hot

Oh, now you wanna call it truce (Pussy)

Bring it back to the basics

Most of y'all forgot about Jason (Y'all did)

I was knocked down, beat, spat on and left for dead on that pavement

But I got up and I brushed it off

Motherfuckers act tough, but they fuckin' soft (Soft)

Have you gone head to head with a Molotov (Ha)

You got a glass jaw, I'll knock your bottle off (Whoa)

Beat it up

Gettin' too high, man I'm weeded up

Flyin' through the sky till I die, I ain't seen enough (Through the sky)

No I won't cry, gotta try, just believe in us (Whoa)

If you wanna lie, that's fine, put your speakers up (Whoa)

No you ain't my slime, droppin' dimes like your meter's up

Boy you think you sly, you'll get fried, I'm just heatin' up

Still the same guy your bitch spy on social media

Goin' d-dumb, dumb, dumb like remedial

You'll fuck around, you'll fuck around, you'll fuck around and get smoked (Smoked)

'Cause them LPC South Brooklyn boys don't fuck around, it's no joke (Nah)

I said you'll fuck around, you'll fuck around, you'll fuck around and get smoked (Whoa Whoa)

'Cause them LPC South Brooklyn boys don't fuck around, it's no joke (Aah)

Rose