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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BigWalkDog
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dajour Jamal Walker
Lyrics
Donovan Hardie
Composer
Jacob Sclaver
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony "Keys" Villena
Mixing Engineer
Pablomcr
Producer
Prod. CamJ
Producer
Lyrics
Ugh
(Ha)
Hey
(Pablo, crazy for this motherfucker)
Big One-eleven, 1017, man
(Ha)
(Ha)
Hey
Hey, hey
Look, you gotta know that I'm in a whole 'nother league
The pressure been applied 'fore dropped, "Pushin' P"
Prolly in the Vells suite, I'm at the game with the cheat
Ain't no one know BC, watch that nigga, OB
Slow feed, don't eat, you just slow in these streets
Cuz said, "Nobody, no justice, no peace"
Country nigga at the bank with a modified Jeep (ha)
House shows on my feet, long money my receipt
Tell a bank teller, "All blues, no pink" (please)
It's a dope, boy, 20, I blow that with my people
Never leave the house again if I don't go with my heater
Whole truck full of cutters, got that bitch from Jeepers Creepers (ha)
Bet you gotta spend a M if you tryna be a nigga, and I can't be fuckin' with you
They ain't show, don't see a nigga
Who they gon' check? Nigga, really see these killers
Know they'll upset, I'm fresher than a Easter picture
And I'm the type of nigga, I ain't never in the middle
I'll sleep on the floor 'fore I talk into pillows
When you one year old, and you a million-dollar, nigga
Hey, if you get the picture (hey), it won't be a issue
Wonder when you gone, do they love you? Do they miss you?
Mama, black dress, black shades, white T-shirt
Killer masked up, Max Payne, two pistols
And he pops jiggles, and he pops niggas
How he gon' lose if he got a Glock wit' him?
Real go-getter, wrong gang, right nigga
Comin' off the hip, he ain't finna fight with ya
He don't know Yak, but he will snipe niggas
He don't know Pooh, he a real shiesty nigga
He don't know dude, better have his pipe wit' him
He don't know you, then it's out of sight with you
Up like a kite with you, gone 'fore the night get here (damn)
And I still wanna know what you know 'bout it
Say you don't like me, okay, cool, how you gon' go 'bout it?
CK one night, lost four choppers
My cuz in the pin, another strike, mean pro-model
When they say they need five, give four dollars
You would really trip 'cause I ain't give you one more dollar?
Money bring envy, and the diamond bring the ho' out her
Stick up in the club when I'm rapping, this my show chopper
Pussy-ass nigga, they gon' send like so off 'em
Vibin' in Miami, like Jace, I got four pockets
I've be eating at the end, nobody need nobody
Pistol up in both pockets, he don't even know 'bout it
One was in the head when I bought it, I ain't know cockin' (ha)
Hey (ha)
Hey, one was in the head when I bought it, I ain't know cockin' (ha, ha)
(Big One-eleven)
Writer(s): Jacob Sclaver, Dajour Walker, Donovan Hardie
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