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Bigg Clay
(Bigg Clay)
Bigg Clay yeah
(Ay ay)
Bigg Clay yeah
Bigg Clay yeah
(I said)
Bigg Clay Yeah
(I said)
(Ay ay ay ay)

I come from rags to riches but I still cook in the kitchen
I got the in my lap for any hater here wishing
I ain't a killer but don't test me cuz I'm aiming I'm ending
I got your life up in my hands cuz your call for attention
I never fold under pressure
Got it for the Low
My team strapped up like G.I. Joe coming at your dome
Ain't no thing to stay posted up waiting at your home
Got my money looking right so I stack like Dominoes
I get the bag moving state to state you can keep the hate
I pop a tag almost everyday I love to take and take
Living life to the fullest you inside acting fake
I pop a than I'm gone rolling each and every way

I said
Back on my bt
Back Back
Back on my bt
Bully with a full clip
Back on my bt
Back Back
Back on my bt
Bully with a full clip

I got a closet full of that needs to be emptied
Sitting in this room reminiscing about to go ballistic
I tried to live this square life but it keeps calling I miss it
I said I'm back on my bt if you want it come get it
I said back on my bt
(We riding around)
Yeah deep with a full clip
(It's going down)
Like Joc back in 0'6
(I come around)
If I see you slipping I'm a hit a lick
(Might beat you down)
If you thinking you gangster just know I already lived that life
Run up in your crib and knock you out and than your wife
Catch you on the highway and you have you thinking twice
It ain't none to tell the homie to pull back and end a life
Pow! (interjection, gun)

Back on my bt
Back Back
Back on my bt
Bully with a full clip
Back on my bt
Back Back
Back on my bt
Bully with a full clip