B I G . T E X . I N T R O
Ahhhjayyy
Big tex, A-C-O im the biggest (Big millz)
Lil nigga but im still rushin shit like emmit (I run it)
Im back in the field vision opened peepin blitzes (I see it)
Dont point em out thats snitchin (Naw)
Nicknamed my AK LB cause that nigga hittin (Graaa)
Runnin plays no line of scrimmage
I just mato the limit (Gleece)
Had to master p's like no limit
Soon as i jumped off the porch i was jumping the fences (Let's get it)
I aint gotta take no pics i dont need no image (I dont)
Everybody wanna be jordan i dont mind being phippen (What?)
Its still 6 thats still winnin (Win)
Sayin my everyday prayers god knows everyday im still sinnin (Everyday)
You kill all of the hatin with distance
Only beefin bout money anythin else senseless (Where my money)
What im rentin? no its mine 2 chainz ridin round gettin it
Spendin it, trap a gymnasium im flippin shit (Trap)
All bout my numbers my digits bout my arithmetic (Count it up)
These niggas change like channels they click to click (Say what)
The money remote control these niggas like click
If theyll ride a wave theyll ride a dick (They gay)
Shits eccentric
My hood tryna box me out from the entrance (I peep)
Like i wont foul a nigga ron artest and the pistons (Hahaha)
Real pressure i walk in change the tension (Millz)
Niggas sneak dissin
Throwin shots at me but they aint gone mention
Big texaco
Big tex, A-C-O im the biggest (Big millz)
Lil nigga but im still rushin shit like emmit (I run it)
Im back in the field vision opened peepin blitzes (I see it)
Dont point em out thats snitchin (Naw)
Nicknamed my AK LB cause that nigga hittin (Graaa)
Runnin plays no line of scrimmage
I just mato the limit (Gleece)
Had to master p's like no limit
Soon as i jumped off the porch i was jumping the fences (Let's get it)
I aint gotta take no pics i dont need no image (I dont)
Everybody wanna be jordan i dont mind being phippen (What?)
Its still 6 thats still winnin (Win)
Sayin my everyday prayers god knows everyday im still sinnin (Everyday)
You kill all of the hatin with distance
Only beefin bout money anythin else senseless (Where my money)
What im rentin? no its mine 2 chainz ridin round gettin it
Spendin it, trap a gymnasium im flippin shit (Trap)
All bout my numbers my digits bout my arithmetic (Count it up)
These niggas change like channels they click to click (Say what)
The money remote control these niggas like click
If theyll ride a wave theyll ride a dick (They gay)
Shits eccentric
My hood tryna box me out from the entrance (I peep)
Like i wont foul a nigga ron artest and the pistons (Hahaha)
Real pressure i walk in change the tension (Millz)
Niggas sneak dissin
Throwin shots at me but they aint gone mention
Big texaco
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Writer(s): Jamal Cook
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