Big Z

UAOP, UAOP
Yeah

Can't pop shit, like me
I just put on my team
I'm the realest one she seen
Shawty wanna flock on me
Four thigh pads in my jeans
You could've balled with me
But you called law on me
Why you bail out on me
Got all eyes looking at me
Way too turnt for a bitch
Shawty suck me up real clean
Put a lil' purse on the bitch
Call a young nigga Big Z
Shawty wanna surf on the dick
I don't have to flirt with ya bitch
She gon' move first for the kid

Niggas say they on my top
But they not slidin' on shit
I could never waste my time
Wondering why a nigga rich
I'ma get my niggas rich
I'ma get my niggas lit
No matter what time gon' tick, and you don't know how much time you get
Bitch wanna ride in my Benz, used to make fun of me in front of her friends
Glowed up, now she say I'm perfect
Hoe why you keep calling my phone
Only want that twat
Run in your crib like SWAT
And she know her friend gon' flock, she don't even want her in the spot
Niggas talk that shit a lot, they don't wanna see me in this spot
Ain't nobody give this spot, worked so hard to get this spot
Tryna take me off the map cause I'ma be in a bigger spot
Bitches use your flaws against you, I don't even vent a lot
They like "Star what happened to you, used to keep your heart on your sleeve"
These niggas only hit my line to get something that they need
I hear them say they proud of me, but these niggas ain't believe
Let shawty fuck on me, then I told that bitch beat feet
Yeah, yeah

Can't pop shit, like me
I just put on my team
I'm the realest one she seen
Shawty wanna flock on me
Four thigh pads in my jeans
You could've balled with me
But you called law on me
Why you bail out on me
Got all eyes looking at me
Way too turnt for a bitch
Shawty suck me up real clean
Put a lil' purse on the bitch
Call a young nigga Big Z
Shawty wanna surf on the dick
I don't have to flirt with ya bitch
She gon' move first for the kid



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Writer(s): Christian Evans
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