Big Facts
Big bag beat the case
Canandaigua way
She come with me so
Watch how she gone pull that wait
Imma pull my wait
Imma do my thing
I want diamond rings
Fucking shining things
AK do it well (well)
Imma make em melt (melt)
Imma bend them over (rail, rail)
Imma tell em all (woah)
AK do it well (well)
Send it through the mail (mail)
She wanna be my pal
Watch how she hang off the rail (AK)
Bitch we setting sail
Hope you catch the wave
New big flex today
AK made em rest in piece
I play with the kids just so I can fuck mommy
AK folding paper I ain't talking origami
Bitch I'm NYC, JFK found me
I'm running late she said she's gonna leave without me
I-I don't need practice shit
Told you I'm immaculate
Smash the bitch then pass the bitch
Right off too my clique
If I'm ever taking shots
Promise you my shit is accurate
Break her heart on accident
Told her I'm not passionate
Broke that Lil bitch
Now she really need an ambulance
I ain't tryna hit
Tell that little bitch I'm abstinent
My bands are thick
I'm cancerous
Sick don't wash my hands and shit
She on me like a handkerchiefs
The dabs I do are hazardous
Tell her grab the camera quick
We go make a movie
You my Leia bitch I'm Anakin
You go see my dark side
Blacked out to the maximum
Imma Pull my cash out
Like I can not stop stacking it
Tell these rappers move faster, you ain't getting free handouts
Imma pull the bands out, little bitch I got my cash out
Heard she's tryna fuck, told that hoe to pull her ass out
It's time to bend over little slut I'm never sober, look
I got a big Dutch, I take a puff puff
I'm blowin big smoke cause life is fucked up
Let's do some big things, nothing can intervene
Keepin this shit mint ain't talkin no wintergreen
We both want different things we can't get in between
I swear this bitch is mean the kind you see in your dream
Just tryna live in peace that's why I hit the weed
I know that I'm out of time so I gotta give it some speed
I been gettin cash yeah that's big facts
I'm so sick of being sad yeah that's big facts
Finna go get me a bag yeah that's big facts
Rollin up all of this gas yeah that's big facts
Canandaigua way
She come with me so
Watch how she gone pull that wait
Imma pull my wait
Imma do my thing
I want diamond rings
Fucking shining things
AK do it well (well)
Imma make em melt (melt)
Imma bend them over (rail, rail)
Imma tell em all (woah)
AK do it well (well)
Send it through the mail (mail)
She wanna be my pal
Watch how she hang off the rail (AK)
Bitch we setting sail
Hope you catch the wave
New big flex today
AK made em rest in piece
I play with the kids just so I can fuck mommy
AK folding paper I ain't talking origami
Bitch I'm NYC, JFK found me
I'm running late she said she's gonna leave without me
I-I don't need practice shit
Told you I'm immaculate
Smash the bitch then pass the bitch
Right off too my clique
If I'm ever taking shots
Promise you my shit is accurate
Break her heart on accident
Told her I'm not passionate
Broke that Lil bitch
Now she really need an ambulance
I ain't tryna hit
Tell that little bitch I'm abstinent
My bands are thick
I'm cancerous
Sick don't wash my hands and shit
She on me like a handkerchiefs
The dabs I do are hazardous
Tell her grab the camera quick
We go make a movie
You my Leia bitch I'm Anakin
You go see my dark side
Blacked out to the maximum
Imma Pull my cash out
Like I can not stop stacking it
Tell these rappers move faster, you ain't getting free handouts
Imma pull the bands out, little bitch I got my cash out
Heard she's tryna fuck, told that hoe to pull her ass out
It's time to bend over little slut I'm never sober, look
I got a big Dutch, I take a puff puff
I'm blowin big smoke cause life is fucked up
Let's do some big things, nothing can intervene
Keepin this shit mint ain't talkin no wintergreen
We both want different things we can't get in between
I swear this bitch is mean the kind you see in your dream
Just tryna live in peace that's why I hit the weed
I know that I'm out of time so I gotta give it some speed
I been gettin cash yeah that's big facts
I'm so sick of being sad yeah that's big facts
Finna go get me a bag yeah that's big facts
Rollin up all of this gas yeah that's big facts
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Writer(s): Jesse Leonelli
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