Lyrics

[Verse 1: BigXthaPlug] Huh, ayy, let's go, you know I rep 6-double-0 A bitch nigga reach for my chain, then this bitch on my soul, then that boy gotta go The baddest of bitches be on me and all of my niggas soon as we hit the door See, really was sellin' the white for the— 'Til I started progressin' and savin' like— See, really, I'm kinda the biggest, they call me BigX, baby, if you didn't know He namin' top five in the city and don't mention me, then he play with his nose These niggas get caught in a jam and go sit in that cell and can't stick to the code Nigga, you pussy, I heard that you fold And your partner a rat, yeah, I know that he told [Verse 2: BossMan Dlow] Uh, uh, uh Come here, bae You so goddamn fine, what's your number? I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckle Cheese chaser, highway speed racer doin' a hundred I'm in traffic, drive a fuckin' G-Wagen like a Honda Niggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us Fuck them niggas, I'm rich as fuck You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up Where it's at? I'm pushin' up Money good, trap swingin' I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry I can run it up with no angle I got chicken like Bojangles I got chicken like Zaxby's, nigga Want some— get at me, nigga I'm Mr. Beat The Fuckin' Road, I'm Mr. Fuck Up Traffic, nigga I'm on a jet, drinkin' champagne with no ice, nigga, huh I got too much dog shit on me, run a light, nigga, huh Fuck the lames, you look better with a boss, baby, huh I buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby, huh You look good in that dress, but take it off, baby, huh [Verse 3: Maiya The Don] Yeah, huh Bitches tryna count me out and that shit ain't addin' up, huh? This the fifth cypher I smoked this year, I still ain't pass the blunt, huh? Ever since I hit the scene, I got all these bitches gagged One-of-one custom jeans, couple bands to pop a tag She keep droppin' all this music, someone tell her that it's wack All the streams of income, I feel like I'm Kai Cenat Hundred racks in my bag, hundred pounds on my neck I just left the Louis store and there ain't no Louis left My closet got more owls than Saks, that shit look like the outlet My dress still smellin' like the model, this 'fit ain't even out yet I been killin' all you hoes, lil' bitch, I'm still the baddest I should claim you all my sons, I'ma claim you on my taxes I put belt to ass and pen to pad Foot on necks, these bitches mad She can ask where her nigga at She can't get her nigga back, uh Bitch, I'm bigger than the state where the Spurs play She a bum, why would she wear that on her birthday? Uh I'm Met Gala for the function on a Thursday, huh Bum-bitch contest, you in first place Been knew I'm the Big Don, I'm a bad bitch with a bankroll Bad and bougie, I been the type to go stank face on a stank ho Johnny Dang doin' home deliveries, niggas got me snowed in Vacay where it's clear water and white sand to put my toes in Touched a mil' at twenty-one, fuck I look like bein' humble? I put more on the ring than a fuckin' Royal Rumble Oh, yeah