BIG ELITE (feat. Jacob Beats)

Fire my shots man they sound like a missile, Ima go pop me a pistol
All on my neck man I keep me some diamonds might as well call it a crystal
Pull out my 40, and add me a 9, catching the ball like I'm Kittle
Already Spazzin I'm Bout To go crazy man this is already official
Album Go Crazy, You know that we Poppin, we honestly might make a bankroll
Put In the time and put in the work, and now it's time for my payroll
We finna blow up get higher and higher, and now we don't need to lay low
Baby Quit Stressin, You Don't Gotta Worry, I keep it under control

Can't Even Lie caught a couple of bags can't even lie it was 50
Quarterback throwing I'm Boutta Go Deep, scoring then I hit the Griddy
Zooming The whip man I'm driving my tonka, I'm finna skrt down the city
Money so big, yeah I just caught a bag, ima go share wit my twizzy
Repping OT getting buckets with Nike shirt
7AM man I wake up Lil Uzi Vert
Glock in the left, man I'm staying on high alert
Stay Independent it come with so many percs
Wanna be rich but I pull up with all the berks
Voclas too wavy, I feel like I'm Bout to surf
Whipping the GTR, Put that thing in reverse
And I stay steady balling, I'm Putting in all the work
Yung R1zz and Jacob we crazy on every beat
I am a DB your passes are incomplete
When I blow up, man there's gon be a meet and greet
Rizzy too crazy they callin' me big elite
Yeah Big elite
Big elite
Big elite
Big elite



Credits
Writer(s): Brogan Grandstaff
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