Big Ball (feat. Piazzi)
Thank you greetings to you all
Ladies and gentleman for our first tune i climb the highest mountain
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
I ain't answering unless da clique call
No way to my heart it got up big walls
Trump jealous mine are this tall
Ain't building nothing with no slick broad
Catch flights only feelings lift off
Off top shit about to tip off
Jack beats then i get my shit off
Last year i was in some type of zone
Called my niggas from all type of phones
Niggas texting me to try and cheer me on
Got no money momma asking where its gone
Owe a lotta favors the day we get on
I might got a hater the day we get on
Love your people as yourself what we been on
Tryna keep the spirit that's what keeps me goin
I done been around some legends unimpressed
Nonetheless they saw me as a threat
I can't fake the love it's like some crummy sex
Aint no love around I miss my fuckin ex
Man I'm fuckin next it's like I skipped the line
They were throwin shade like they were gifting blinds
But my soul is gold ya dig i'm getting mine
Shit i'm goin crazy then i'm going diamond
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
If I fuck up the money and blow it on monday it's just cuz I know that a nigga won't fold
I'm a illy ass nigga these niggas ain't real and I ain't bout to act like a nigga don't know
Tryna get to the scrilla then flex wit my niggas until then I'm not lettin anything go
Got some gas in the car and the roll tho
Kicking back in my dojo in my dojo
Yeaaaa went and got rich call me big gwop
Cold on my arm this brisky ass big watch
Hoes treat lil bro like i'm big pop
Niggas they know i'm on go and they shit stop ...
Both of her lips look like mops miss me wit big talk...
Send yo shit like a kick off
I ain't rick ross but I'm a big boss
So fly i don't flight i just lift off
So high kill a bird in the sky if ever decide that i'm finna take my kicks off
Yeah they been stealing my style wanna tyson my sound had my ear tryna rip off
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Ladies and gentleman for our first tune i climb the highest mountain
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
I ain't answering unless da clique call
No way to my heart it got up big walls
Trump jealous mine are this tall
Ain't building nothing with no slick broad
Catch flights only feelings lift off
Off top shit about to tip off
Jack beats then i get my shit off
Last year i was in some type of zone
Called my niggas from all type of phones
Niggas texting me to try and cheer me on
Got no money momma asking where its gone
Owe a lotta favors the day we get on
I might got a hater the day we get on
Love your people as yourself what we been on
Tryna keep the spirit that's what keeps me goin
I done been around some legends unimpressed
Nonetheless they saw me as a threat
I can't fake the love it's like some crummy sex
Aint no love around I miss my fuckin ex
Man I'm fuckin next it's like I skipped the line
They were throwin shade like they were gifting blinds
But my soul is gold ya dig i'm getting mine
Shit i'm goin crazy then i'm going diamond
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
If I fuck up the money and blow it on monday it's just cuz I know that a nigga won't fold
I'm a illy ass nigga these niggas ain't real and I ain't bout to act like a nigga don't know
Tryna get to the scrilla then flex wit my niggas until then I'm not lettin anything go
Got some gas in the car and the roll tho
Kicking back in my dojo in my dojo
Yeaaaa went and got rich call me big gwop
Cold on my arm this brisky ass big watch
Hoes treat lil bro like i'm big pop
Niggas they know i'm on go and they shit stop ...
Both of her lips look like mops miss me wit big talk...
Send yo shit like a kick off
I ain't rick ross but I'm a big boss
So fly i don't flight i just lift off
So high kill a bird in the sky if ever decide that i'm finna take my kicks off
Yeah they been stealing my style wanna tyson my sound had my ear tryna rip off
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Young nigga tryna big ball
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Yeeeeah Yeaaaaa Yeaaaaah
Credits
Writer(s): Kodili Okafor
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