BIG3 (feat. Kane Tut & Bino el Dios)
Yeah
Yeah
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Never was a block boy
I ain't fuck with Tetris
I can still draw both hands I'm ambidextrous
Tell Drama give me a deal I'm young and reckless
I read the last bitch all wrong guess I'm dyslexic
All you niggas lie in your bars that shit pathetic
Me and my niggas really got bars it get neglected
Y'all only show love to your friends and it's expected
But if somebody better than you you gotta respect it
Niggas is my sons and I'm killing them like Heihachi
Kidnap your mans and cook him in front of you like hibachi
If he close his eyes duck tape em open and make him watch me
He gon' get the same treatment as Mu'ammar Al-Qadhdhāfī
He think he tough chest poking out he real cocky
Till my niggas on his heels with the sticks like we playing hockey
Yeah I talk a lot of shit I ain't pussy who gon' stop me
Anyway my niggas know if they need me them niggas got me
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Niggas ain't fucking with me cuz I'm the shit
Top five hands down I'm telling em off the rip
Talk down niggas know it's game over like Lil Flip
Spin the block Sahbabii I'm pulling up with a stick
Keep a heater just in case if I need it when in a pinch
Big fifty clip hang out my pocket it's being lynched
Queens nigga straight out the mud I'm from the trench
Tip toeing in your house with a bag of toys like The Grinch
I heard niggas talking about me I'm taking care of him
Pull up to your block with the Mac 11 I'm airing him
Niggas really don't want beef vegetarian
Undertaker bring out the casket cuz Ima bury him
Flex on em I'm going hard like a barbarian
Burning down the booth spitting flames like a Targaryen
Me and Bino can't be stopped it's no comparison
He can't walk with me to the top fuck it I'll carry him
Flow sick I'm waiting for diagnostics
You say you got the game on lock but I'm a locksmith
Fly like a hawk I'm balling just like I'm Josh Smith
Hollywood Hulk Hogan em with a drop kick
You ain't never heard this before this is gods gift
Big chop eating the beat pass me the chop sticks
No parachute I'm jumping straight out the cockpit
All I need is my two swords nigga I got this
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Yeah
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Never was a block boy
I ain't fuck with Tetris
I can still draw both hands I'm ambidextrous
Tell Drama give me a deal I'm young and reckless
I read the last bitch all wrong guess I'm dyslexic
All you niggas lie in your bars that shit pathetic
Me and my niggas really got bars it get neglected
Y'all only show love to your friends and it's expected
But if somebody better than you you gotta respect it
Niggas is my sons and I'm killing them like Heihachi
Kidnap your mans and cook him in front of you like hibachi
If he close his eyes duck tape em open and make him watch me
He gon' get the same treatment as Mu'ammar Al-Qadhdhāfī
He think he tough chest poking out he real cocky
Till my niggas on his heels with the sticks like we playing hockey
Yeah I talk a lot of shit I ain't pussy who gon' stop me
Anyway my niggas know if they need me them niggas got me
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Niggas ain't fucking with me cuz I'm the shit
Top five hands down I'm telling em off the rip
Talk down niggas know it's game over like Lil Flip
Spin the block Sahbabii I'm pulling up with a stick
Keep a heater just in case if I need it when in a pinch
Big fifty clip hang out my pocket it's being lynched
Queens nigga straight out the mud I'm from the trench
Tip toeing in your house with a bag of toys like The Grinch
I heard niggas talking about me I'm taking care of him
Pull up to your block with the Mac 11 I'm airing him
Niggas really don't want beef vegetarian
Undertaker bring out the casket cuz Ima bury him
Flex on em I'm going hard like a barbarian
Burning down the booth spitting flames like a Targaryen
Me and Bino can't be stopped it's no comparison
He can't walk with me to the top fuck it I'll carry him
Flow sick I'm waiting for diagnostics
You say you got the game on lock but I'm a locksmith
Fly like a hawk I'm balling just like I'm Josh Smith
Hollywood Hulk Hogan em with a drop kick
You ain't never heard this before this is gods gift
Big chop eating the beat pass me the chop sticks
No parachute I'm jumping straight out the cockpit
All I need is my two swords nigga I got this
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
I'm bout to get richer than richer
Bad bitch with me thicker than snickers
I was down bad bitch I remember
Running down with my finger on triggers
I need my diamonds froze
My shit hot but I'm ice cold
I'm the truth all these niggas know
If I catch a case bet I never fold
Credits
Writer(s): Arab Choppa
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