Big Dope (feat. Nick Blixky)
I sell Big Dope, Big Dope
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Pass me the runtz
Smoking exotic
It ain't shit u could tell me nigga
Drugs in my body, Drop the location
If wanna see me I ready nigga
All these blue hundreds, Go hit up the club
Treesh call me papi, Come take picture
Kicking them pieces We gon walk on them slips
We bout our bread we don't play my nigga
Walk the spot, let's make litt
Always on point never lacking
Me and bro Marz, Spinning ya strip
See opp blixky start blasting
Big dope, Big smoke
If u wanna match we meet tho
I'm outside tho
U niggas inside with the blinds close
I sell Big Dope, Big Dope
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Shit is lit, What's the wave?
Give me the six
I Feel like I played the number straight and that shit gonna hit
I ain't wit the politics cause I got one wit Nick
See I'm bout to body this
Won't leave the reggie till that shit blick
Shooting like Peja Stojakovic
My block do 10 plates a week
We even bagging up shake
Break it down to you niggas even tho you cannot relate
Back in this hell hole
I was just in LA in a rental on Melrose
Cookies and Runtz, I got what you want
Hit up my cellphone
Low, Low
make sure you talking in codes
Supply the stoners wit O'z
Nick, spark up the hoes (Mannas)
Big Ras
Come to me wit likkle boy beef it's gonna be Big Smoke
Papers, Lighter, Fronto, Big Dope
I sell Big Dope, Big Dope
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Pass me the runtz
Smoking exotic
It ain't shit u could tell me nigga
Drugs in my body, Drop the location
If wanna see me I ready nigga
All these blue hundreds, Go hit up the club
Treesh call me papi, Come take picture
Kicking them pieces We gon walk on them slips
We bout our bread we don't play my nigga
Walk the spot, let's make litt
Always on point never lacking
Me and bro Marz, Spinning ya strip
See opp blixky start blasting
Big dope, Big smoke
If u wanna match we meet tho
I'm outside tho
U niggas inside with the blinds close
I sell Big Dope, Big Dope
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Shit is lit, What's the wave?
Give me the six
I Feel like I played the number straight and that shit gonna hit
I ain't wit the politics cause I got one wit Nick
See I'm bout to body this
Won't leave the reggie till that shit blick
Shooting like Peja Stojakovic
My block do 10 plates a week
We even bagging up shake
Break it down to you niggas even tho you cannot relate
Back in this hell hole
I was just in LA in a rental on Melrose
Cookies and Runtz, I got what you want
Hit up my cellphone
Low, Low
make sure you talking in codes
Supply the stoners wit O'z
Nick, spark up the hoes (Mannas)
Big Ras
Come to me wit likkle boy beef it's gonna be Big Smoke
Papers, Lighter, Fronto, Big Dope
I sell Big Dope, Big Dope
Out door, Indoor
Fuck do you mean? I got what you Need, Big Smoke
Put in that pain in on some Kanann shit, Flipmode, Flipmode
It's a time & a place for that Gang shit, Flatbush get doe
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Spin, Spin, Spin on these niggas, Get Low
Aim, Fire, Let Go, Lets Go
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Blake Jr., Nickalus Thompson
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