Big Man Man
No mask around my face when I walked into the function
Grabbing the flick and I'm busting it no discussion
Talking big on the gram we pulling up why you running
Blow off your wig like you ain't see it coming
Fuck with me you're gonna die
223 when I ride
Don't you step up to my side
187 until I die
All black coat like a glitch up in the matrix
Roll and eighth in the wood bitch I'm finna face it
When we face to face how come I ain't here you say shit
9 knuckle shuffle finna give your ass a face life
Black Rag running shit
Fuck you and your clique
When I pull the grip
God won't save you bitch
187 stay finessing got these bitches throwing neck
Stay expressing how I never want to take another breath
Fully automatic way I spit it split yo artery
Hold up bitch whatchu say? Get the fuck up out my face
Rolling bodies in my blunts so I can smoke a fuckers soul
Yeah I move them scripts up on the plane that straight from Mexico
Xanny trammy fuck the damage I just wanna make a sale
Then I started copping pounds so Grey could fucking level up
Ain't gon pray to no god today
Roll up and sip on that vodka mane
Devil is all in my conscious aye
All y'all some fucking sons to me
Don't contemplate cop a p
I move that pack that's andele
Honestly fuck the fame
Imma just go and hide away
Peel a motherfucker when I spit it they gon run
And end up all around the world and jammin every single song
That I done ever fucking written yeah I be the fucking menace
With the 187 winning we gon take over the motherfuckin world
Gang motherfucker
Walk around grey dick swang motherfucker
Same motherfucker
From the east end sticks I ain't changed motherfucker
Fuck what you be talking Trash Gang up in this bitch
We the illest in game yeah you wish you in the clique
Keep talking that shit you gon end up on my list
It's Saliva motherfucker so you know I came to spit
Grabbing the flick and I'm busting it no discussion
Talking big on the gram we pulling up why you running
Blow off your wig like you ain't see it coming
Fuck with me you're gonna die
223 when I ride
Don't you step up to my side
187 until I die
All black coat like a glitch up in the matrix
Roll and eighth in the wood bitch I'm finna face it
When we face to face how come I ain't here you say shit
9 knuckle shuffle finna give your ass a face life
Black Rag running shit
Fuck you and your clique
When I pull the grip
God won't save you bitch
187 stay finessing got these bitches throwing neck
Stay expressing how I never want to take another breath
Fully automatic way I spit it split yo artery
Hold up bitch whatchu say? Get the fuck up out my face
Rolling bodies in my blunts so I can smoke a fuckers soul
Yeah I move them scripts up on the plane that straight from Mexico
Xanny trammy fuck the damage I just wanna make a sale
Then I started copping pounds so Grey could fucking level up
Ain't gon pray to no god today
Roll up and sip on that vodka mane
Devil is all in my conscious aye
All y'all some fucking sons to me
Don't contemplate cop a p
I move that pack that's andele
Honestly fuck the fame
Imma just go and hide away
Peel a motherfucker when I spit it they gon run
And end up all around the world and jammin every single song
That I done ever fucking written yeah I be the fucking menace
With the 187 winning we gon take over the motherfuckin world
Gang motherfucker
Walk around grey dick swang motherfucker
Same motherfucker
From the east end sticks I ain't changed motherfucker
Fuck what you be talking Trash Gang up in this bitch
We the illest in game yeah you wish you in the clique
Keep talking that shit you gon end up on my list
It's Saliva motherfucker so you know I came to spit
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Writer(s): Andrew Brent Moran, Nicholas Dismore
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