Full Court Press
Full court press
Foots on necks
Full on flex
I make the work stretch
Bitch I'm in the game
He thought he was next
Now he on the bench
Got that nigga vexed
What the fuck is stress?
I only smoke the best
I rolled up an eighty then i smoked it to the neck
Traffickin' that OG move a P a week or less
Tell me where you at I'll put it in my GPS
Cop designer sneakers just to wear em with my sweats
My main bitch a diva but she nasty like Alexis
Fuck a city girl i need a stallion from texas
Houston in the PM might just DM Meg, aye
I sent her them heart eyes and she took it to the head
That's just what I needed got my nut off and i fled
You spend your time chasing hoes and I chase dough instead
Don't know why you gettin' mad you should be gettin' bread (aye)
I eat beats for breakfast
I get checks by lunchtime
Spend it on my assets
My crew young and reckless
We strapped up like drum line
Please don't disrespect us
I think I'm a chemist
I take the bass and make it rock like Hendrix
They call me the big man
Call me big streets
Call me mister wop
Niggas peppa piggas
Niggas all opps
Had to spin the block
Get his top popped
I'ma double back
I don't think he got shot
Niggas JB Smoove
All they money funny
Even comin' up nigga
We was never bummy
We could make it rock
We could make it shake
Had keep it goin' I ain't never take a breaks
Ridin' in the stoley yeah
You know we switched the plates
I'm scared to press the gas 'cause the shit about to break
But they call me big streets
But they call me big streets
Foots on necks
Full on flex
I make the work stretch
Bitch I'm in the game
He thought he was next
Now he on the bench
Got that nigga vexed
What the fuck is stress?
I only smoke the best
I rolled up an eighty then i smoked it to the neck
Traffickin' that OG move a P a week or less
Tell me where you at I'll put it in my GPS
Cop designer sneakers just to wear em with my sweats
My main bitch a diva but she nasty like Alexis
Fuck a city girl i need a stallion from texas
Houston in the PM might just DM Meg, aye
I sent her them heart eyes and she took it to the head
That's just what I needed got my nut off and i fled
You spend your time chasing hoes and I chase dough instead
Don't know why you gettin' mad you should be gettin' bread (aye)
I eat beats for breakfast
I get checks by lunchtime
Spend it on my assets
My crew young and reckless
We strapped up like drum line
Please don't disrespect us
I think I'm a chemist
I take the bass and make it rock like Hendrix
They call me the big man
Call me big streets
Call me mister wop
Niggas peppa piggas
Niggas all opps
Had to spin the block
Get his top popped
I'ma double back
I don't think he got shot
Niggas JB Smoove
All they money funny
Even comin' up nigga
We was never bummy
We could make it rock
We could make it shake
Had keep it goin' I ain't never take a breaks
Ridin' in the stoley yeah
You know we switched the plates
I'm scared to press the gas 'cause the shit about to break
But they call me big streets
But they call me big streets
Credits
Writer(s): Daykwion Tyree Aleman
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