Jam

Big
Big bottles we score
Big
Big

Big bottles what we score steady livin' it up
I got yo' bitch up on the wall steady giving it up
My niggas ready for a war they be killing shit up
Bitch they be killing shit up

My niggas stay strapped
Big gats, Big coats, Big straps
9 on me, fall back
Shawty twerking, I'm on that

Shawty keep blowing I'mma keep going I'm all about the paper
They think we racing but really they chasing cause I'm a first placer
Oou I'm in my bag these niggas got me mad
I started in a civic now I'm trapping out a jag
I couldn't move my pivot so I shot from the half

Buzz-a beater hit it have them haters really mad
Get up off me fit is very costly
Vlone what I'm wearing you won't catch me on a off beat
Grab a box of backwoods I refuse to roll up raw sheets
Fuck her like a pornstar got this bitches trynna claw me

Don't call me, please don't call me
Don't call me, please don't call me
Don't call me, please don't call me



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremiah Bass
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