Big Show

Lyrics

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] Yeah, huh What up, Gavin? Haha Yeah, all my, yeah [Verse] All my niggas pourin' juice in they coffee cups Got it on my own, ain't nobody ever bossed me up Chains water, I hit Hutch, tell my baby, "Boss me up" Keep a weapon on me, let him reach, been done chalked him up Huh, yeah, okay, all my bitches like bitches just as much as me Thinkin' I'ma wrestle, you gon' tussle with the beam I be card crackin', unky jugglin' the fiends Mike Amiri stuffed, she tryna suck me through the jeans Yeah, be done bought a bitch an Xbox, I don't play with hoes Triple-fuckin'-S now, I used to have Asics on Anywhere you see me, gotta know my blick came along You like Hugh Hefner with your gang, boy, you hang with hoes Yeah, all my opps be mad as hell, bitches fuckin' glad as hell Me and gang in Neiman Marcus trippin', bitch, we grabbin' shells On his block, if he don't duck that taco, he gon' grab a shell Scoop the dub up out a PNC, the opps be grabbin' L's Goose coat, Chrome Heart hoodie, it's a warm winter Diors, Christian, funny I'm a natural born sinner Crab legs, calamari steak, you can't afford dinner Fuck a Scat, 2023, bitch, I'm a Porsche spinner Bought a mower for the snakes, I ain't worried 'bout no longs They don't even bite, dummy, I ain't worried 'bout your dogs I got fifty on me, fuck it, might leave thirty in the mall Be done beat your buddy up, because we heard he be with y'all Spit the Glocky out the mink, I'm lookin' like an alpaca Catch him in that field and run him down, I bet we have backup I don't think my opps can run it up, go throw a calf at him Bein' broke a joke for real, I see the opps and laugh at 'em Rushin' to the pape', bitch, I'm lookin' like a Soviet Quick to tell a bitch, "Get off my dick if you ain't blowin' it" You can't put that pussy on me less you let my bro in it I'm the definition of a G.O.A.T., the bitches knowin' it Palm Angel joggy in a demon, bitch, I'm ass backwards At the Habor House, the waiter know me as the crab cracker How you want a bad bitch but you can't throw a bag at her? If you up on bro, you better blow it, he a mag jacker Push-start the whip and skrrt off, andale Get the lo' and pull up with my migos, get his casa sprayed Gang boxed the booth with turtle pie, bitch, I can't concentrate He ain't fifty-five, but in his pop, unky droppin' eights SBDSM, I promise they can't fuck with us We gon' show you who got bounce for real, you say it's up with us Give a fuck what you sayin' if we can't go buck for buck I'm in the strip drunk, tossin' more than you and touchin' butts Let a nigga touch my babies, it's gon' be a casualty This bitch want my all, I told her she can't even get half of me Let us get the lo' on that one opp, we spinnin' actively Christian Loubies spikey than a bitch like how a cactus be Whippin' 2022s off the lot Ain't no fuckin' handyman but it's a tool in his box Drop whatever, bro a fool with his pops Better not try it, swear Dorian a fool with the Glock Beefin' with the gang is somethin' I can't recommend Thinkin', "Should I slide with the Glocky or the F&N?" I can really put this bitch down and go and test his chin Like school all over, in my closet, I see F's again Yes, yes, that's the Fendi wear Pockets lookin' like the Big Show, lot of benjies there You won't see me in the club 'less the blickie there Rock a lot of Chrome for my heart 'cause it's empty there [Outro] No cap, though Shitty...