Big Guap
Its Juke
Hey
Yeah
Big guap
I speak it to existence
Nigga stop
Im balling like a Piston
No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance
Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen
No nigga coaching me and I don't need no adderall
Stripped out his clothes if he move then he gotta fall
I bust a move it was smooth
Neck waterfall
I been a gangsta from the streets to the chow hall
Twenty one shots know it sound off
Hit him with the bullets make a nigga do a round off
And I
Still got it for the low
I was posted by the store
Keep the sack in my sock
Got my heat it was cold
Yeah niggas wilding like they off the psychedelics
I be getting hella relish
Ran off with his boo and he was hella jealous
Fronted you the pack and boy you better sell it
If you cannot get it to the destination imma mail it
Looking like a king when I'm dripping in the Dolce
Say she wanna suck a young nigga I tell her otay
Turn into a freak when I'm pouring up the Rozay
Now we in the VIP and I'm tryna get some mo' face
No time for a broken hoe
I can't be no sentimental
Say she like my slow vibes
Somewhere I was in her dental
All we cook is good dope
Plotting on a instrumental
My mama told me lay low
And now I'm pushing in a rental
Look how I'm living
I had to make a decision
To see that boy fall know they wishing
And they stop me for pictures
And bitch if you fine don't use filters
It's sushi hibachi my dinner
You know I don't tip her
You know these niggas ride the wave
Ride the wave
Play slow then you can die today
Die today
Im patient nigga got away
Got away
You hoes too close please back away
Back away
Big guap
I speak it to existence
Nigga stop
Im balling like a Piston
No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance
Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen
No nigga coaching me and I don't need a addy
What's that in them jeans it's a fatty
A crack rock go to fiends in a baggy
And I be trapping I make more than your daddy oh
J's knocking at the front door I'm on the patio
Nigga want the pressure we got beef like Krabby Patty tho
Ten stacks in these skinny jeans got 'em baggy tho
If its smoke with a nigga in my camp yeah we crashing hoe
Big guap
Nigga stop
Wristwatch
It's juke
Hey
Yeah
Big guap
I speak it to existence
Nigga stop
Im balling like a Piston
No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance
Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen
No nigga coaching me and I don't need no adderall
Stripped out his clothes if he move then he gotta fall
I bust a move it was smooth
Neck waterfall
I been a gangsta from the streets to the chow hall
Twenty one shots know it sound off
Hit him with the bullets make a nigga do a round off
And I
Still got it for the low
I was posted by the store
Keep the sack in my sock
Got my heat it was cold
Yeah niggas wilding like they off the psychedelics
I be getting hella relish
Ran off with his boo and he was hella jealous
Fronted you the pack and boy you better sell it
If you cannot get it to the destination imma mail it
Looking like a king when I'm dripping in the Dolce
Say she wanna suck a young nigga I tell her otay
Turn into a freak when I'm pouring up the Rozay
Now we in the VIP and I'm tryna get some mo' face
No time for a broken hoe
I can't be no sentimental
Say she like my slow vibes
Somewhere I was in her dental
All we cook is good dope
Plotting on a instrumental
My mama told me lay low
And now I'm pushing in a rental
Look how I'm living
I had to make a decision
To see that boy fall know they wishing
And they stop me for pictures
And bitch if you fine don't use filters
It's sushi hibachi my dinner
You know I don't tip her
You know these niggas ride the wave
Ride the wave
Play slow then you can die today
Die today
Im patient nigga got away
Got away
You hoes too close please back away
Back away
Big guap
I speak it to existence
Nigga stop
Im balling like a Piston
No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance
Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen
No nigga coaching me and I don't need a addy
What's that in them jeans it's a fatty
A crack rock go to fiends in a baggy
And I be trapping I make more than your daddy oh
J's knocking at the front door I'm on the patio
Nigga want the pressure we got beef like Krabby Patty tho
Ten stacks in these skinny jeans got 'em baggy tho
If its smoke with a nigga in my camp yeah we crashing hoe
Big guap
Nigga stop
Wristwatch
It's juke
Credits
Writer(s): La'dontae Taylor
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