Big Tyme Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy] Ayy Uh-huh, ayy Half-A-Mil Ayy, ayy, ayy [Refrain: Dom Kennedy] Might go get the, four Might go get the, coupe Gucci on my, shoes I'm gon' let her, choose Might go get the... Might go get the, coupe Gucci on my... Gucci on my... Ayy [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy & Hit-Boy] Anything I smoke, at least 260 I can see from here she wanna move with me I just told the dealer to remove the ceiling 230 on the dash, finna pop a wheelie Met you in [?] when we stopped in Philly 33 Purple Rd., niggas got to feel me Docked off in the sweet off the wine and whisky [?] top floor, I got two with me Yeah, I'm someone you can invest in So go tell all your best friends So they can fuck my best friends Me and Dom plottin' on them twin DB11's Fast break, James Harden, switchin' to my left hand, like [Refrain: Dom Kennedy] Might go get the, four Might go get the, coupe Gucci on my, shoes I'm gon' let her, choose Might go get the, rack Might go get the, coupe Gucci on my... Gucci on my... [Verse 2: Hit-Boy & Dom Kennedy] Pray your hands for the ones that flipped on me Half-A-Mil sweaters for the members only Young nigga ganged up, like I'ma tripple OG Oyster perpetual Rollies Pray your hands for the ones that skipped on me End A&Rs trying to piss on me I got some calories on my wrist, homie All we do is big time shit They start controversy up, and I still come up sturdy Can't show no mercy, nigga I'm three much for thirty We got it poppin' soon as we checked in No games being played, nothin' to talk about [?] your bitch, might have to walk her out Say she wanna [?] me at the Waffle House Plays off the trap line, don't even caught the house Bought three packs, they was all out [Refrain: Dom Kennedy] Might go get the, four Might go get the, coupe Gucci on my, shoes I'm gon' let her, choose Might go get the... Might go get the... Gucci on my... Gucci on my...