d.I.D / BIGFCF

(****, let me tell you something)

Ayy, how can I beef with a broke ****

It don't matter how you paint the picture, Junior

You ain't got nothing to show, ****

You ain't got no pole, ****

You ain't really gonna blow, ****

Pull up and I show, ****

He ain't got no money, let's just hoe with him

Damn

Facts

What he said again

He can't pay for none

That Fila check ain't coming in

I pray that God, forgive my sins

He thought I'd let him win

Especially about my twin

Bitch, we gon' spin again

First off, fuck BHM and who you claim it with

I pull up with Coolin kit and flock whoever you came in with

Big FCF know who it is

Oh, this **** bringing up some kids

You kiss your mama with them lips

Do it still hurt when you piss?

I'm just saying this **** dirty, something like his fingernails

Oh, he claiming blood?

I think this **** got some sickle cell

Wishing you could fuck with me

I push his ass right down the wishing well

He said it's up with me, we gon' burn his weave

****, what's that smell?

****, what's the deal?

He don't wanna pay no bills

He playing with Hot Wheels

He don't wanna pay no bills

He'd rather eat a meal

He ain't worried about no money

He'd rather go and steal

(You got me I gave him three second head start! I'm not complaining! You got that, baby!

Why you on the ground, bro?

I'm on the ground cause I lost! )

(Get up)

(Yeah)

(You dig)

I've been bossing up

Getting to that bread

Stepping up my rank

But ain't no stepping up

I'm Big FCF

Bitch, fuck you think?

Fuck you thought

I don't get fucked by no talk

Playing with my **** chalked

I don't play on the track, get hawked

I don't play on the track, get stepped on

My main bitch want acrylic

But my side bitch, she get press on

She said that I broke her heart like Martin Luther

You gotta press on

This ain't Bugs Life, but if that boy a Roach, then he get stepped on

Real life head tap

So tell me why you got a vest on

I be living what I rap

So I ain't gotta really flex nun

She said she love me

But that's cap

That's good impression

I don't believe it

And you know I don't need it

FCF, you so conceited, huh

Yeah, that pussy good love

But hell nah, I ain't feigning

That shit Aquafina

I might hit you every weekend

Bad bitch, she a demon

Ain't that dick up like some Reese's, huh

Dive up in that pussy

619, minus Batista, huh

She said she need a eater, huh

Go ahead, go get Leeski, huh

A real bottom feeder, huh

If he reaching, then I'm teaching, huh

But let me make this clear, Junior

You ain't seen shit, Junior

Ain't never hit a lick, Junior

Please don't fall about that whip, Junior

How we fall out bout some green, huh

I ain't talking money, bitch

I'm talking bout some weed, huh

Man, this shit be funny

Let's get this crack head up to speed, huh

You in need

Go to the club

Can't pay the fee

(Can't pay the fee)

Go to the store

Can't pay to eat

(Can't pay to eat)

She bought a wig

But I heard you bought some weave

Goodie had you crying

Please, baby, please don't l-l-leave

All the blood rushed to his head

Jeans too tight

He can't breathe

I'm big FCF

You know what I mean

I'm talking bout choppers

I pull out machine

He talking bout choppers

Don't pull out a thing

When you in impala

We might let it ring

And since you like R&B, might let it sing

Can he hold a dollar?

(Oh nooooo)

Can he hold a dollar?

(No oh my god)

Can he hold a dollar?

(Please leave alone)

Can he hold a dollar?

(Please, leave me aloneee)

Ladies tell him Can he hold a dollar?

(Please, leave me aloneee)

Fellas tell him Can he hold a dollar?

(He broke at homeee)

Everybody,

Can he hold a dollar?

(He broke at homeee)

Huh, can he hold a dollar?

IF YOU DON'T GOT NO MONEY, THEN YOU ASSED OUT!

ps. And clean that fucking room, ****