Raging at the Big Top (feat. A-Monty)
Yeah we raging at the big top
Hell be underneath the parking lot
Bitches said they gonna call the cops
But they know the party never stop
I'm the man got a plan
and I made that shit my brand
I just pulled up to the big top
I got blood all on my hands
and I'm never talking crazy
I just made a milly baby
When we at the playhouse
People raging in here lately
Ooo they callin me the G
Got that nickname naturally
Yeah they say I should not be rappin but that's a culture thing
Every time I'm stepping on the stage
Feel like I won a ring
Why they tryna overthrow
they just know Justy be the king
Yeah we raging at the big top
Hell be underneath the parking lot
Bitches said they gonna call the cops
But they know the party never stop
Justin literally just sent me this shit last night
Watch how I fuck it up tho
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck the opps fuck the bots
Fuck that bitch she ain't on top
Told her rolled up pulled up with the glocks he ran away like fox
I don't care if that's your bitch
she be suckin on this dick
I don't care about no lil players feelings he a bitch
He a bitch he a snitch
He be talking mad shit
I fucked up his lil face
now he talking like a bitch
Yeah we chopping down your block
Hella choppers hella opps
Blew they face off they all bots
I don't care about no shots
A-Monty
Hell be underneath the parking lot
Bitches said they gonna call the cops
But they know the party never stop
I'm the man got a plan
and I made that shit my brand
I just pulled up to the big top
I got blood all on my hands
and I'm never talking crazy
I just made a milly baby
When we at the playhouse
People raging in here lately
Ooo they callin me the G
Got that nickname naturally
Yeah they say I should not be rappin but that's a culture thing
Every time I'm stepping on the stage
Feel like I won a ring
Why they tryna overthrow
they just know Justy be the king
Yeah we raging at the big top
Hell be underneath the parking lot
Bitches said they gonna call the cops
But they know the party never stop
Justin literally just sent me this shit last night
Watch how I fuck it up tho
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck that shit
Fuck the opps fuck the bots
Fuck that bitch she ain't on top
Told her rolled up pulled up with the glocks he ran away like fox
I don't care if that's your bitch
she be suckin on this dick
I don't care about no lil players feelings he a bitch
He a bitch he a snitch
He be talking mad shit
I fucked up his lil face
now he talking like a bitch
Yeah we chopping down your block
Hella choppers hella opps
Blew they face off they all bots
I don't care about no shots
A-Monty
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Montoya
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