BIG TINGS
Ay, yo, Hunter, turn me all the way the fuck up, man
It's the big dawg, nigga
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Man, I'm here to do some big tings
Kobe in his prime, how I feel tings
24 hours in a day, still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat, that's alarming
Wake up, motherfucker, this your warning
Man, I'm here to do some-
Okay, they say I remind them of the old days
All these other rappers sounding okay
I don't say no words till its money that we talking
Ain't got no time to fuck
Baby money, keep on calling
So I'ma pick it up
My flow, I switch it up
My skills corona ill
Still I ain't sick enough
I got some ways to go
I cannot give this up
The fam is all I know
My people know what's up
Man, y'all know that I'ma ride for my guys
And I'll die for this life
Mama raised up a king
Need a queen by my side
She a bad little ting
And she thick in the thighs
I'm a bad motherfucker anytime, every time
So they
Running scared when I shoot
Niggas gassed up in the head
Pop balloons
I'ma smoke gas to the head with the crew
And it's all gas
Ain't no brakes in the booth
Man, I'm here to do some big tings
Kobe in his prime
How I feel tings
24 hours in a day
Still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat
That's alarming
Wake up motherfucker, this your warning
Look, this sound like perfect timing
Nigga, I'ma goat
We don't have nothing in common
Everything I make automatically is timeless
Cause everything I say, you gon' feel it or you spineless
Whoa
They don't make them like me no more
Wait.
Matter of fact, they never did
Baby, I'm a 101
No surprise you love the kid
Got this motherfucker mad
That this song's another hit
And I got
Look
And I still got more in the clip
I be, I be shooting like I know I won't miss
Kev Curry every shot is a swish
Swiss cheddar with a flick of the wrist
Yeah, they do it but look
She don't do it like this, no
Booty in them Jeanies(genies)
I been chasing what I wish for
Touch a couple millis for the days that I felt piss poor
Shitting on the game with my brothers
It's a big score
I'ma do some big tings
Kobe in his prime
How I feel tings
24 hours in a day
Still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat
That's alarming
Wake a motherfucker, this your warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
It's the big dawg, nigga
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Man, I'm here to do some big tings
Kobe in his prime, how I feel tings
24 hours in a day, still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat, that's alarming
Wake up, motherfucker, this your warning
Man, I'm here to do some-
Okay, they say I remind them of the old days
All these other rappers sounding okay
I don't say no words till its money that we talking
Ain't got no time to fuck
Baby money, keep on calling
So I'ma pick it up
My flow, I switch it up
My skills corona ill
Still I ain't sick enough
I got some ways to go
I cannot give this up
The fam is all I know
My people know what's up
Man, y'all know that I'ma ride for my guys
And I'll die for this life
Mama raised up a king
Need a queen by my side
She a bad little ting
And she thick in the thighs
I'm a bad motherfucker anytime, every time
So they
Running scared when I shoot
Niggas gassed up in the head
Pop balloons
I'ma smoke gas to the head with the crew
And it's all gas
Ain't no brakes in the booth
Man, I'm here to do some big tings
Kobe in his prime
How I feel tings
24 hours in a day
Still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat
That's alarming
Wake up motherfucker, this your warning
Look, this sound like perfect timing
Nigga, I'ma goat
We don't have nothing in common
Everything I make automatically is timeless
Cause everything I say, you gon' feel it or you spineless
Whoa
They don't make them like me no more
Wait.
Matter of fact, they never did
Baby, I'm a 101
No surprise you love the kid
Got this motherfucker mad
That this song's another hit
And I got
Look
And I still got more in the clip
I be, I be shooting like I know I won't miss
Kev Curry every shot is a swish
Swiss cheddar with a flick of the wrist
Yeah, they do it but look
She don't do it like this, no
Booty in them Jeanies(genies)
I been chasing what I wish for
Touch a couple millis for the days that I felt piss poor
Shitting on the game with my brothers
It's a big score
I'ma do some big tings
Kobe in his prime
How I feel tings
24 hours in a day
Still they sleeping on me
Kev on any beat
That's alarming
Wake a motherfucker, this your warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Warning
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Garabitos
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