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The biggest, man Through with they ass, clown-ass niggas, man (Toxic, don't be mad at me) Gotta do better, you know what I'm sayin'? Oh, you fuck with them niggas? (What?) You gon' die with them niggas (I stamp that) I don't tote switches, everybody got 'em I fuck with binary triggers Ain't no monkey in the middle What side you on? Pick it, nigga Split your shit and go to the funeral like I ain't the fuckin' killer It get no realer These niggas ain't no real ones They some snakes and some pretenders (Fuck 'em) My nigga steal cars and charge me for it That ain't my nigga (The fuck?) Like I'm finna joyride and not go suit up with my hitters (You know better, man) I understand your hustle, but this shit here It's more bigger (I stamp that) You know I'm known for pushin' the issue Ain't tryna link with niggas Never stand down to no man This four-nickel here flip fat niggas And I can't go out like dude Your whole family gon' need some tissue (All 'em) Got three brothers, all them pussies They ain't do shit but post your picture (The biggest) The biggest, if this shit was hectic We'll paint the city (I stamp it) Casamigos and the Henn', we walk a nigga 'til you get dizzy Tender dick-ass nigga gon' die tryna suck up on some titties Social media sendin' shots and not real life These niggas trippin' (Trippin') Real hitter, opp die, we splurgin' Don't talk much, it make 'em nervous (Shh) F&N with the coolant I'm ready to ball, give me my jersey Widebody kiss the curb Intoxicated, control the swervin' And the bitch can turn me on She ride with me and I get nervous Sometimes I be like, "Fuck rap" In the streets, I make too much pape' For them bodies, Cartier Fuckin' with me, gotta be lazy (Facts) My opp, he was applyin' pressure Now we go piss on his grave (Piss, piss) For 23, I'd trade it all Lil' nigga, like I'm from LA Stamp that, I got these niggas playin' catch up Widebody Hellcat, red seats, she like to sit up (Get in) Big house in the A, nigga, call for gate I ain't gon' let up (The big one) Fuck what these niggas sayin' They ain't direct it, they respect it Oh, you fuck with them niggas? (What?) You gon' die with them niggas (I stamp that) I don't tote switches, everybody got 'em I fuck with binary triggers Ain't no monkey in the middle What side you on? Pick it, nigga Split your shit and go to the funeral like I ain't the fuckin' killer It get no realer
Writer(s): Kevin Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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