Big Daddy (Freestyle)
Yeah
Yeah
It's Memorial Day, Aye
I'm gone off that Dussé
I spin around a nigga block
Like I'm doing ballet
I'm knowing Ima walking lick
I put myself on display
And if you try to take some shit
Then Ima let the Glock spray
Yeah
Pussy Ima let the Glock step
Pull up on yo block
And I promise it'll get swept
All I know is hustle nigga
Teach you this shit in depth
All I know is clockin' figures
I don't need no help
Yeah
Nigga I don't need no aid
You won't find me there
If a nigga don't get paid
Totin' sticks in here
Goofy nigga we don't do fades
Diamonds chandelier
If you reach then you gone
get sprayed (Shh)
Like some oil sheen
I bet I beat the case
Run up on me get burnt
Crème brûlée
Yo bitch want me
But I don't want yo bae
Diamonds on me
Bitch you might need sun shades
Teach a nigga like I'm Yoda
Might pour a 4 in a soda
I remember days & nights
Up in that '91 Corolla
I was chiefin' bad
Coughin' like a nigga had Corona
I'll put a nigga in a oven
Like I was bakin' some Stouffers
BITCH I make the Drac beat hoe
Call me 40
Everybody know that's my favorite fuckin' pistol
Ima let it blow, let it blow
To yo fuckin' dome
Ima let it blow, let it blow
Send you pussies home
Yeah
It's Memorial Day, Aye
I'm gone off that Dussé
I spin around a nigga block
Like I'm doing ballet
I'm knowing Ima walking lick
I put myself on display
And if you try to take some shit
Then Ima let the Glock spray
Yeah
Pussy Ima let the Glock step
Pull up on yo block
And I promise it'll get swept
All I know is hustle nigga
Teach you this shit in depth
All I know is clockin' figures
I don't need no help
Yeah
Nigga I don't need no aid
You won't find me there
If a nigga don't get paid
Totin' sticks in here
Goofy nigga we don't do fades
Diamonds chandelier
If you reach then you gone
get sprayed (Shh)
Like some oil sheen
I bet I beat the case
Run up on me get burnt
Crème brûlée
Yo bitch want me
But I don't want yo bae
Diamonds on me
Bitch you might need sun shades
Teach a nigga like I'm Yoda
Might pour a 4 in a soda
I remember days & nights
Up in that '91 Corolla
I was chiefin' bad
Coughin' like a nigga had Corona
I'll put a nigga in a oven
Like I was bakin' some Stouffers
BITCH I make the Drac beat hoe
Call me 40
Everybody know that's my favorite fuckin' pistol
Ima let it blow, let it blow
To yo fuckin' dome
Ima let it blow, let it blow
Send you pussies home
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Writer(s): Dewayne Ryles
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