Lil Big Bro Shit

Lyrics

[Intro] (Great John on the beat, by the way) [Chorus: Sheff G] Look, huh On the wake-up, brush my teeth I lied, I think I grabbed the Glock instead (You like that, huh? Keep goin', go 'head) Yeah, huh If I die before I wake, I pray that Heaven let the ruthless in (That's kinda dark, but keep goin') Bitch, huh Spent some hundreds on some pendants Couple hundreds on some stupid shit Hundreds in my bank account Got Glocks up in the newest whips Heard they want it, want it, look They know how we comin' then Heard they want it, want it, look They know how we comin' then [Verse 1: Sleepy Hallow] They know how we comin' I go broke, then your pockets, I might run in Bitches call me daddy, heard that I be sonnin' niggas Pussy, why you runnin', nigga? Look I'm in the spot, huh, and bro got the drop If I feel a way, then he feel a way We makin' it hot, clear out the block Take off your top, lil' mama I want a brand new chopper She want a trip to the Bahamas Can't do it, lil' bro need Pradas Like ah, nah, hold on, huh I gotta get it, huh Like what's up with it? Bro pop out, say he tryna go drillin' [Chorus: Sheff G] Look On the wake-up, brush my teeth I lied, I think I grabbed the Glock instead (You like that, huh? Keep goin', go 'head) Yeah, huh If I die before I wake, I pray that Heaven let the ruthless in (That's kinda dark, but keep goin') Bitch, huh Spent some hundreds on some pendants Couple hundreds on some stupid shit Hundreds in my bank account Got Glocks up in the newest whips Heard they want it, want it, look They know how we comin' then Heard they want it, want it, look They know how we comin' then [Verse 2: Sheff G] Lil' bitch, it's Sheff G to you Disrespect and you receive a punishment Winners Circle, winnin', winnin' We bring that interest in Know that boy ain't with it, with it So stop the foolishness Metro's only way of livin' 'Cause we be boomin' shit [Outro: Sheff G] Shoot up the party M8V3N Gang gonna shoot up the party, hey, hey Shoot up the party M8V3N Gang gonna shoot up the party I continue the track, but I whisper Fuck your bitch from the back and dismiss her Couple racks for your life, they won't miss you NFL how I'm plottin' on the blitzin', leave that boy twitchin'