Biiig Hiii
Beating
Too much Bristow in the blunt I'm like damn this shit beating
Did so much shit I was young got away with no beating
Had to hop back in that black caddy truck is that season
I get big hi for this trauma not hi for no reason
Sometimes bitch I get so hi I might jump off the deep end
Niggas be watching lunchbox I see y'all niggas creeping
Fuck with lunch you getting shot I ain't playing no defense
This shit ain't making no sense
This guap ain't making no sense
This thot ain't making no sense
She so thirsty for me, but some things you can't quench
She said she hurting for me, she get paid no attention
All this shit I done risked, oh
Smoking pain that's that stench, oh
Finna pour me some potion, I ain't tasting no tris, oh
We the ones really with motion, so I with extensions, oh
I really came from the trenches, oh
Really came off the benches, oh
I told em, uh
I told em shut the fuck up
I told em shut the fuck up
I told em shut the fuck up
Remember days they use to laugh, now I'm up nigga tough luck
Remember when they got me mad now I just don't give a fuck
Beating
Too much bristow in the blunt I'm like damn this shit beating
Did so much shit I was young got away with no beating
Had to hop back in that black caddy truck is that season
I get big hi for this trauma not hi for no reason
Sometimes bitch I get so hi I might jump off the deep end
Niggas be watching lunchbox I see y'all niggas creeping
Fuck with lunch you getting shot I ain't playing no defense
Too much Bristow in the blunt I'm like damn this shit beating
Did so much shit I was young got away with no beating
Had to hop back in that black caddy truck is that season
I get big hi for this trauma not hi for no reason
Sometimes bitch I get so hi I might jump off the deep end
Niggas be watching lunchbox I see y'all niggas creeping
Fuck with lunch you getting shot I ain't playing no defense
This shit ain't making no sense
This guap ain't making no sense
This thot ain't making no sense
She so thirsty for me, but some things you can't quench
She said she hurting for me, she get paid no attention
All this shit I done risked, oh
Smoking pain that's that stench, oh
Finna pour me some potion, I ain't tasting no tris, oh
We the ones really with motion, so I with extensions, oh
I really came from the trenches, oh
Really came off the benches, oh
I told em, uh
I told em shut the fuck up
I told em shut the fuck up
I told em shut the fuck up
Remember days they use to laugh, now I'm up nigga tough luck
Remember when they got me mad now I just don't give a fuck
Beating
Too much bristow in the blunt I'm like damn this shit beating
Did so much shit I was young got away with no beating
Had to hop back in that black caddy truck is that season
I get big hi for this trauma not hi for no reason
Sometimes bitch I get so hi I might jump off the deep end
Niggas be watching lunchbox I see y'all niggas creeping
Fuck with lunch you getting shot I ain't playing no defense
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Writer(s): Coby Rhodes
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