Big Homie

Yeah

Yeah, I'm here for the shit
Big homie got all of em hit
Bet not hear you talking bout shit
You Wunna Gunna, get hit
You Wunna Gunna, get hit
Bet not hear you talking bout shh!
Must be on coke and a fifth
I'll do a hit in a Lyft
Take me right back to the north
No evidence for the court
Now the streets wanna war
Well my soldiers coming with them toys
You want the thump, got them Floyds
Make his bitch make a noise
She was just unemployed

Big money big dough
I reinvented the flow
I shared a cell with a loc
Used to get jumped til he poke
He used to sleep with the pole
He got checked at the door
Get the pack in check the post
I'm the big diesel in the post
Yeah my last bitch did the most
And my new bitch on the coast
Had to hit em both in the boat
Bitch drowning grab the float
King shit cruise the moat
She gave the throat of a goat
Splat
Splat
Splat
Redd!

Yeah, I'm here for the shit
Big homie got all of em hit
Bet not hear you talking bout shit
You Wunna Gunna, get hit
You Wunna Gunna, get hit
Bet not hear you talking bout shh!
Must be on coke and a fifth
I'll do a hit in a Lyft
Take me right back to the north
No evidence for the court
Now the streets wanna war
Well my soldiers coming with them toys
You want the thump, got them Floyds
Make his bitch make a noise
She was just unemployed

Why she keep playing games
I ain't got no time for it
I gotta hop on a plane
Not the one I'm high off of
Bet I'm high when I skydive in a peacoat, fuck a parachute
Too fly, had to air the coupe
Still smell the dank in my hair
Pushing up button, yeah there's the roof
We gone slide through the haters side
That's them right there
Said they gone kill me, all they did was stare
Niggas think they better, lying to themselves
Sorry man they wish they was him
But it took time for all of this here
Had to cook a grind for all of this here
I'll be damned if I let a man take my spot
Or shine through all of this here
Ain't got time for all of that, I ain't grind for all of that
I ain't going for none of that here
Said I ain't going for none of that yeah
We keep it trill all around here
Fuck how you feel all around here
These niggas pussy, these niggas fearing really
I can tell all around here
Yeah I got the pack, you can probably tell
From the potent smell, all around here
Catch me in cell, never that
'Less you hit me for a sell of this pack
Free my niggas in the jail
Did it for the dub, we was tired of taking them L's
Shorty a dub, she a brat but look better off shelves
I hit from the back, make her sing like Adele
Smart moves, PC like a Dell
That bitch can't hold no secret, she get dick and tell



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Writer(s): Langston Hughes
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