Big 32

Yeah

(Run that shit up Squill)

Uh, Yeah
Bitch, I'm big 32 for president

Bitch I'm big 32 for president (Yeah)
Took this shit and made it cool
Bitch I might die a legend
Bitch ain't no new
We still paying 67
And they know I made my way
With no big homies
So they know I'm different
Lil nigga you still can't feel it
Lil nigga don't know this feelin'
Bitch nigga know how we comin'
He ain't trying make shit
He don't want it
We make movies, Sony
Get my shit imported
This coat just came from Russia
We staying on shit
Who want it?

That truck outside
I'm doggin in
Just me
And I ride with a glizzy, believe that
Ain't no nigga finna catch me slippin'
On my mama, we handling seven
But I swear to God
It could go left
And I pray you got knowledge yourself
Better know who you niggas is starting with
I pop out with some racks on me
And a lil forty
Lil nigga this is a starter kit
I get low in the big body bima with the frame
So why?
I can't even park the bitch
So we sport on a whip
It's an X-6
Man say "fuck it."
And go hit my ex-bitch
And she know that I coming
Don't give me a vogue
She know that I shit on her next nigga
And we got a lil paper
The tax bigger
I just hoped in a whole different tax bracket
Bitch I got back the 10 in this [?] jacket
We gon leave niggas crippled
He think he bout it
But I know he bluffing
Bitch I came up from a fucking onion
Shit I went through
Niggas never did it
That shit finna leave niggas terrified
That's why I stay on it every minute
That's why I be on it every second
They can never clip a nigga's feathers
Remember I ain't had no other options
So I had to take a different measure
I'm a show them how you're 'posed to work it
Hit that gas when I'm on the service
Shawty hit me tryna get close to me
All I sent her was a peace emoji
Bitch
She know my whole report
Frontin don't do eye for eye
So any chance
You up the score
Fuck the third
We up the forth
Come by six
I front you four
Buss on like we from Detroit
Hall of fame
No [?]
If I see them bitches get behind me
We gon floor it
Niggas talking
All these has beens ain't never done it
I don't even wanna talk when I'm in public
I be high for nothin'
Yeah
Niggas' slippin'
Take your block and flood it
Bitch I'm big 32 for president (Yeah)
Took this shit and made it cool
Bitch I might die a legend
Bitch ain't no new
We still paying 67
And they know I made my way
With no big homies
So they know I'm different
Lil nigga you still can't feel it
Lil nigga don't know this feeling
Bitch nigga know how we coming
He ain't trying make shit
He don't want it
We make movies, Sony
Get my shit imported
This coat just came from Russia
We staying on shit
Who want it?



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Writer(s): Zahir Myles, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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