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Big
Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Big został wydany 25 marca 2026 przez dropoutclub music jako część albumu Goat In Love 2
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Data wydania25 marca 2026
Wytwórniadropoutclub music
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM77

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emanuel Scott
Emanuel Scott
Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop
Surfer
Big Mac, I'm the biggest Mac, and Smicky D's
Big dog, I'm the biggest dog, and Chili Cheese
Ain't no cappin' in my rappin' what you hear is what you see
I ain't gotta have no squad, I'm really him, I'm really me
What I need for you to vouch when I'm the realest **** I see
Boy I'm H-N-I-C, face good, no I-D
Try God, don't try me, I shoot like young Kyrie
They say you think you the shit, nah, bitch, I think of me
She say, E, can you love me, can you hold me
Hell nah, I'm a player, bitch, Kobe
Ballin, baby, I got hoes in the nosebleeds
She swallow me just like the weed, I ain't got no seeds
You **** pay up, I just lay a bunch of no bleed
I live it up, she give it up, just like she owe me
You know it's pimpin, I'm collectin' all the proceeds
No interactin' when I'm Mackin, can I proceed
Easy, easy, where you been? I don't wear the guap bag
You just posin' with that gun, you ain't gon' pop that
**** speakin' like it's smoke, come get a hat then
Really, man, I took his bitch, come get her back then
Before I'm walkin' through the front, I need the back end
I'm doin' magic like Orlando got them racks in
The hard way, grind every penny till we shat big
They say the streets missin' the real, well, bitch, I'm back
Let's get it, heard you was hot off in the streets, well, bitch, that's back then
I know a plug from state to state, he got them packs in
I say this music shit don't work, well, bitch, I'm back then
He say that Honda, Oregon State, no, we can pack ten
Okay, I know a bitch like Sexy Red, but she black then
I don't trust none of these ****, my whip got back then
Say we was cool back then, well, bitch, that's back then
I slap a **** like Will Smith, I ain't actin
But I am legend, boy, come to my city, ask about me, know I'm heavy, boy
They know my shooter got a shooter, that's a deadly boy
And I ain't duckin' no problems, I got 30 in this 40, do the math, I'll solve em
Took a break from all the lanes, gang, I'm gettin' back to me
OG told me they would change on me, but I just had to see
I do anything for family just how it had to be
I don't put no limit on loyalty, learn from Master P
Alpha Omega, it ain't gon' be no steppin' after me
Told God I'ma be 100 till he rapture me
Up until then, I'ma be ballin' just like an athlete
Flip after flip, bank account lookin' like a trampoline
I'm the realest that I know, I don't need you to stamp for me
Told them **** get a grip, but I can't let you handle me
Bitch, I'm everything you see, and none of what you heard
Unless you heard that shit from me, and I'm standin' on my word, yeah
Written by: Emanuel Scott
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