Big Boy

(Yo, Nick Papz make it slap) (brr)

Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers

You dig? (Chasers)

Whoa, uh

Niggas know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah, yeah"

Gave my sister platinum Amex card, was just on welfare

My dawg had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like, "Hell yeah"

Y'all only be poppin' out at the club 'cause y'all know 12 there

Still step on you like twelve stairs (let's get it), I can't take no more

Catch a rapper and snatch him out his jewels 'cause I can't fake no more

Ridin' with some shit, R-C-O-D, can't even play no more

You swing on me, my dawg attack

That switch hit, it don't spray no more, he emptied that

I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that

I would really whack you 'bout that shit you said on the internet

Richard Millie, right there in the trenches where we sinnin' at

He tried cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fence is at

They don't know where my mental at (they don't)

I think niggas think it's sweet 'cause I've been givin' back

Call Cuzzo, "Take them rentals back"

Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?

Brand-new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (big boy stick)

Who wanna go to war?

Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more

Put this bitch on 17 PJs, that ain't your ho no more

Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch

So they can't blow no more

Brr, blow it, yeah

Lately, I been like, "fuck niggas" (for what?)

'Cause I don't trust niggas

Cut 'em off, I don't fuck with 'em, must be a fuck nigga

Big Phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, nigga

I can fuck for free, but I give her ratchet 'cause I fuck with her

Million dollar jewelry, I rock Louis with my dance with it

She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won't hit it

I fear no nigga, I'm here, four killers

No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or a four-wheeler

She ain't tellin' that we fuckin' 'cause she can tell that I got more bitches

More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of Forbes lists

Yeah, and these niggas don't want no war with us

Posted up in the trench, I got that chop' right by the store with us

I get to lockin' in like I went broke when I need more millions

More money, more killers, shit just make me more vicious

I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us

Yeah, where them niggas that been poppin' all that big boy shit?

Brand-new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick

Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (big boy stick)

Who wanna go to war?

Show way too much love to all these niggas, I can't even show no more

Put this bitch on 17 PJs, that ain't your ho no more

Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch

So they can't blow no more

Brr, blow it, yeah