BIGGER

(Bow, bow)

Yeah,
Aye,
OTL

(OTL Gang!)

Yeah,
Wait,
Wait,

(Straight up)
Uh,

Give yo bitch my c*ck, said I feel bigger
(Bigger)
Tommy on me so I call him Hilfiger
(Figer, let's go!)
Aye,

Comin' from the trap
Told that b*tch to throw it back
So I threw about a rack
Knew I'd make it right back

Stop an opp in his tracks
Heard lil b*tch talkin' smack
Had to hit 'em with a 40
Had to hit 'em with a mac

Came back for my ends
Lil' b*tch we not friends
You say that we are
Lil' b*tch since when

40 on my hip
Can't trust another b*tch
Glock 30 on your lip
If a b*tch went and snitched
Aye, Bow!

Aye,
Aye,
Aye,
Aye,
Uh, wait,

On the same sh*t
Not no lame sh*t
Not on gang sh*t
I dont bang sh*t

I only bang chicks
And bang sticks
Yeah, we bang blicks
With hollow tips
(Wha'?)

Ridin' wit my shorty
Keep a 40 on my d*ck
Can't even trust anotha b*tch
So I load it up wit hollow tips
Roll another up
Grab a lighter hit a splif
Keep a beam on the glock
So you know I never miss
(Bow, bow)

Want stars in the roof
Get your b*tch really wet
Like the VV's on my wrist
(Ice, ice, ice)
And diamonds on my neck
Ball alot like I'm Sheck,
But still not signed to Cactus Jack
Lil' b*tch we are not friends
Lil' b*tch thats what u lack
(Yessir)

Green in my bowl feel incredible
I don't do Xans or them edibles
Smoke up some cookie and vegetables
Got all my opps thinkin' it's medical

Rejection
Left and right,
(What?)
But still dont give a f*ck

Just me
With all my ice,
(Ice)
Them b*tches out of luck

Talk sh*t
Lil' b*tch u won't,
'Cause I'll pop out
And shoot you up
(Bow)
Hold up cuh,
Hold up blood,
Hold up b*tch,

Lil' b*tch in the cut,
And she suckin' on my d*ck
Dripped out in Nike,
Don't say I need a new fit
Y'all just mad 'cause
I put 4 on my wrist,
And I'll put 4 on your head,
'Cause I don't like a lil' b*tch

Chip with a mag and'll
Blow a b*tch head off,
He got to scared, so
That lil' b*tch ran off
So what if I'm white,
I'll knock a man's tan off
Ice got me cold dam*
Turn the dam* fan off

On the same sh*t
Not no lame sh*t
Not on gang sh*t
I dont bang sh*t

I only bang chicks
And bang sticks
Yeah, we bang blicks
With hollow tips
(Yeah)

Ball up everyday
Like my name is Paris
Beam always hit
Not even a near miss
You do not scare me
B*tch I am so fearless
My fans come first
I am not careless
(Let's go!)

Not even a crip
And there blood on the set
Imma drop a whole album
Jus give me a sec
Don't try and take my guns
Imma shoot at his neck
Whole new closet
Do a quick fit check
(Bow, Bow)

Aye,
Aye,
Do a quick fit chech,
Yeah, Bow

(Fit check)

On the same sh*t
Not no lame sh*t
Not on gang sh*t
I dont bang sh*t

I only bang chicks
And bang sticks
(Bow)
Yeah, we bang blicks
With hollow tips

Aye,

Aye,

Yeah, we bang blicks with hollow tips

I'm out