Big Mad

Uhh
McCoy
Yeah

Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
These bitches big mad big mad
I can hit em' with the chit chat
These bitches big mad big mad
I can hit em' with the chit chat

Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
These bitches big mad big mad
I can hit em' with the chit chat
These bitches big mad big mad
I can hit em' with the chit chat

Yeah they chatting yeah they talking
I can hear them breathing
I'm the type to slap a bitch for no apparent reason, uh huh
But God blessed me
Even when I wasn't sneezing, thank you Lord
See me getting to this green living like a vegan
On my bully every year ho, every season
Last bitch tried to test me
Left the heifer bleeding, that bitch dead
On a different type of time, I don't hear them speaking
Fuck what they gotta say, I'mma keep on eating, word
And that's a real life statement
Don't believe me, got the chopper in the basement, brrr, facts
Wack ass niggas, nah we ain't chasing
Put 'em in the mood, kick 'em out, and then replace 'em, uh huh
Bitches big mad, oh well they be hating, yeah they mad
Can't stop, won't stop from putting all this weight in, all this work
Try to knock me out the box
Never been a square bitch, yeah
Pockets on fat, looking like I got two bricks, uh huh

Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
These bitches big mad, big mad
I can hit 'em with the chit chat
These bitches big mad, big mad
I can hit 'em with the chit chat

Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
Walking like I got two bricks on me
These bitches big mad, big mad
I can hit 'em with the chit chat
These bitches big mad, big mad
I can hit 'em with the chit chat

Yeah I heard it all before, ain't no back tracing, nope
I'm still sitting in the courts tryna get this case done, yup
Didn't know all the charges that I was facing, nope
So I don't give a fuck about nathan
All I know is these bird bitches is a dub, dub
Lost my cousin to the nightlife
Fuck ya club, love you shay
If it ain't about the money, I ain't showing up
I remember when these bitches used to show me love, uh huh
Fake shit, now they reaching out for a hug
Like wasn't you the same bitch throwing subs, bird
I'm telling you man, the hate be real
Damn, imagine if a bitch had a deal
Keep that shit from round me
I don't need the vibes
I'm tryna feed my family and stay alive
Anybody told you different man, they fucking lied
And anybody think they stopping me
It's homicide, bitch



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Writer(s): Charles Taylor
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