LYRICS
作词 : xavier landum/Ro'Darrion Harrison/Tony Coles Anderson
作曲 : xavier landum/Ro'Darrion Harrison/Tony Coles Anderson
[Bigxthaplug]
Ayy
See, these niggas must think that I′m sweet or I'm soft
But I swear that I′m far from a ho
Nigga reach for my wrist or my neck or my ear
On my son, bitch, I swear I'ma blow
I'm up next out the city, that′s why niggas mad
They gon′ cap and say somethin' ′bout a ho
Like a bitch told me this or a bitch said that
I'm like, "**** it, I′m uppin' the score"
I thought niggas was real, but these niggas is hoes
Me and ′Ma, we gon' stick to the code
These bitch niggas is broke, see, we out on the road
Different money, these niggas wouldn't know
Either stuck in they city or scared to do shows
Before rap, I was kickin′ in doors
If I go in this bag, then they gettin′ exposed
See, the truth is they mad 'bout a ho
Or they probably got robbed way back when I was broke
See, these niggas is stiff off of coke
Yeah, I know he got took there like three times before
I got killers gon′ step for the low
My lil' brother gon′ step for a PlayStation 4
Yeah, we with it, we want all the smoke
If he step in this kitchen, I know he gon' choke
Throw me in prison, I′m gettin' a pole
Not sure how, but we got that shit there for the low
I got fifty just stuffed in my coat
'Cause my britches too heavy, they holdin′ a pole
Nigga reach and I′m lettin' ′em go
I shot fifty, Deonsha, he shot fifty-four
Left wrist hella ice like the snow
Thirty ball on my neck, if he reach, then he gone
Bitch, we active, don't get on no phone on the net
And go talk about what′s goin' on
In my phone like, "Bro, leave me alone, "
He a ho and I′m knowin' what time that he on
Really stay to myself 'cause I know how to step
If I do, they gon′ holler out, "BigX, you wrong"
One of one, I could never be cloned
I came up in six months, in a year, I was gone
That′s what happen when I'm in my zone
[Ro$ama]
Off top, I′ll never pop Percs in the club (like, what?)
'Fore a nigga catch me slippin′ off drugs
Nigga play with my name and it's up (it′s up)
Have some young niggas ready to crash, Henry Ruggs
How the **** you ain't stand on your ten? (The ****?)
When you saw lil' dude, you was ′posed to get blends (what?)
And you had that lil′ Drac' in your pants
You already knew we was gon′ jump in
But **** it, I guess some niggas ain't goin′
Mannequin Challenge, niggas ain't havin′ motion (like, what?
107 Hoover, you already know it
Handicap niggas, I hang with some rollers
Ice water my neck and my wrist, I'm flooded
Niggas actin' too blunt and get gutted
Bezel piece on my neck look studded (look studded)
Kb, give me the Drac′, I′ma make that bitch stutter
I could've took off his neck (what?)
′Cause Crip say he gotta go up if he show disrespect
Could've got him walked down for a check
Take one to the head and two more to the chest
Had some young niggas ready to lurk
Get your ass put down six feet in the dirt
Could′ve got him roped up for a Perc' (for a Perc′)
Or some Purple brand jeans and a Dior shirt (no cap)
Yeah, can't count for the net or a bitch
If I throw him the Glock or the TEC
He gon' shoot with some aim, that′s a gang assist (swish)
Yeah (uh), uh (yeah)
You couldn′t even touch my cuticles (like, what?)
How much is your chain? Shit, it cost the same thing
That it cost for your mother****in' funeral