Big 4 Intro

They like Sosa
How you get in with your pole
I guess I'm known
The shit I'm smoking leave a smell
It hurt my lungs it's just too strong
Big boy racks my pockets grown
Flipping packs what I been on
I'm tryna run the fucking city
Don't front me get ran off on
Aye I need in it's been too long
I been running on that road
I got some bows for twenty eight
I swear that nose so fucking strong
Designer on my back today
I mixed Palm Angels with Dior
I keep getting compliments
On these cause they can't
Find 'em in the stores
In my city I'm the one
I'm that boy I'm Big Four
I just popped out wit baguettes
But I dropped racks
Cause I need more
Just off smiling with these VVs
Got some sex
Damn I'm blessed
Wait until they see that logo
On my chest they gone sweat
Yea I know I dropped some racks
But I'm still set off flipping shit
You can check me with the pen
I've never been a counterfeit
Police never stopping shit
Sosa ain't allowing it
I get paid like everyday
It's something like allowances



Credits
Writer(s): Jacquez Gantt
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