Broad Street Bully Jr
ChaChing ChaChing
Oh I see what we doing here
They wanna box me in a corner
I guess they ain't know, I'm most comfortable on the corner
Dig that
Ayo I walks like a pimp and talks like ah Mack
The board street bully jr it's ya boy luck-e stacks
Straight out the ville where it get real at
Chelten ave, where I made my first quarter mill at
That real rap
And I still clap
That steel facts
And kill tracks
Got wit Stunna wit now I wanna grill plat
And some plagues back to back
Smoking woods back to back
Balenciagas on me slime
My shirt YSL slatt
Trying upgrade to Lambo from a lac
Bape camo with the bapstas to match
In Woodstock in a wraith same color of crack
Funny how this all started with that
I gotta ride for my wolves cause I'm part of the pack
No matter which part of the map
Never apart from my gat
I'm worried bout who writing statements
You worried bout who write raps
I'm die fresh to def
Spray that AR like some axe
Consistency
Got me lit like Christmas tree
Started off a featherweight now this chinchilla tickle me
I so illll I know that these niggas sick of me
But I make too many moves for you to sit on me
The name BIG STACKZ and you could never belittle me
Uptown nigga
But my kicks straight from Italy
So I Named my baby girl Milan
She a mini me
My kids motivate my mogul mind
They my energy
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
Picture a nigga without nothing to lose
Wit a hole in his heart that match the one in his shoes
After dem niggas rolled on me I brought a gun up to school
Had to do what I had to do
I ain't wanna be cool
And my mamma ain't raise me to be nobody's fool
Wagyu steak on my plate
I ain't nobodies food
A Nobody, A Killa wit no bodies
Fronting like you put in work but you ain't fooling nobody
uh
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
Oh I see what we doing here
They wanna box me in a corner
I guess they ain't know, I'm most comfortable on the corner
Dig that
Ayo I walks like a pimp and talks like ah Mack
The board street bully jr it's ya boy luck-e stacks
Straight out the ville where it get real at
Chelten ave, where I made my first quarter mill at
That real rap
And I still clap
That steel facts
And kill tracks
Got wit Stunna wit now I wanna grill plat
And some plagues back to back
Smoking woods back to back
Balenciagas on me slime
My shirt YSL slatt
Trying upgrade to Lambo from a lac
Bape camo with the bapstas to match
In Woodstock in a wraith same color of crack
Funny how this all started with that
I gotta ride for my wolves cause I'm part of the pack
No matter which part of the map
Never apart from my gat
I'm worried bout who writing statements
You worried bout who write raps
I'm die fresh to def
Spray that AR like some axe
Consistency
Got me lit like Christmas tree
Started off a featherweight now this chinchilla tickle me
I so illll I know that these niggas sick of me
But I make too many moves for you to sit on me
The name BIG STACKZ and you could never belittle me
Uptown nigga
But my kicks straight from Italy
So I Named my baby girl Milan
She a mini me
My kids motivate my mogul mind
They my energy
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
Picture a nigga without nothing to lose
Wit a hole in his heart that match the one in his shoes
After dem niggas rolled on me I brought a gun up to school
Had to do what I had to do
I ain't wanna be cool
And my mamma ain't raise me to be nobody's fool
Wagyu steak on my plate
I ain't nobodies food
A Nobody, A Killa wit no bodies
Fronting like you put in work but you ain't fooling nobody
uh
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
A young nigga that holding down for the stock
Got my smile from my mom and got my style from my pop
Spent 32 on a chain and 12 thou on watch
Upgraded from drop out to being out in a drop
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Writer(s): Saleem Abdul Derry
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