Big Cap

Big gun big blunt I big stunt
Big bag big stack big big bunch
U just gone cap u big front
You want a lick go hit one
All these bad bitches just pick one
U ah big dog go sick one
Dat shit they doin I been done

To much sauce lil barbecue chicken to much money on me I can spend it
All these rappers been tryna be friendly they kno I'm back at the top an I'm winning
I come from the bottom I'm bouta blow up with no problem I promise to cop me a Bentley
I got the ice on my neck in my ear an my risk to much water on me got me DROPPIN
I do it bigger than biggie u do it smaller than tiny u still is a medgit
All of my diamonds be glisten I'm bout my business when money talkin i Listen
These niggas don't get u come an touch anything on me I'm upping the crown ima hit it
I'm up in my zone an I'm chillin I kno it's my time I can feel it

Lil mook sa Sickest I do it bigger
I gotta get figures my money not little
U can tell it ain't cheap from the symbol an it ain't a rental
We rockin designer we realer we running with hittas my niggas
Some killas we come from the bottom but now we some winner
I got the Drip last me a nose bleed
I'm sippin lean so imndosey
I'm on the run to get mo cheese I use to run from the police
Was on the book with the Ogs na I'm on top with my whole team
They smoking dope we just blow green
Just caught a play fa a whole thing
Big ole big ole gat pocket full them big ole stack
Big ole big ole back pants can't fit u can see her crack
I hit the club to the max throwin them racks u know how I ack
Bitches be on me then facts she won't ah nigga to hit from the back
Diamonds shinin like glitter bitch i cuts up no scissors
Whole team cleaner than a wissle she just really wanna take a pic
Ice cold popsicle all my nots swloe not little
Flip the pack soon as I get em
Hit the bitch soon as I get here



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Writer(s): Harrison Morgan
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