Bigger

Yay, Okay, Yay, Yay, Oh, Okay, Aye okay, hey, hey, hey I told em House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey Aye, I thump, H town beat is in the trunk Triple D until I slump, haters wana beat me to the punch I hear these rappers and I swear they in a funk, and I ain't never took no bumps All that doubting got my pockets looking plump And if you with me on the beat you getting lumped Cause I done made it out the dumps, young Shawnie, he ain't never been no punk And I might pull up to yo spot and make it skunk, matter fact I make it reek Young Shawn be rapping in his sleep, I might just take it to the hill like I'm Tyreek Know I need Nikes on my feet, all these artist steady biting, like they teeth I see me at every spot that Shawnie be, and every spot that Shawnie see I told em House got big, crib got bigger everybody see the top but ain't nobody coming witcha Tell em House got big, crib got bigger everybody want yo spot But ain't nobody gona getcha tell em hey Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye I told em House got big, crib got bigger Aye Okay look, Aye, to the top To the top, To the top, To the top Aye, Shawnie make it hot, Aye, I can't never drop aye To the top, To the top, To the top To the top, To the top, To the top Aye Triple D on blocks, buddy sliding round with that Glock Never make it stop, T be climbing up the spots I been getting hot, verses put em in they cot I been trying stocks, what I'm learning got me shocked Everything might flop before you make it to the top To the top, To the top, To the top aye To the top, To the top, To the roof, To the roof, To the roof, To the roof, Aye, roof, To the roof To the roof, aint no excuse Drinking it up like it's juice, I'm tweaking like I'm on juice My grand daddy got loose, my granny blew a fuse For all you tryna boost, aye you better make you truce The records I produce gone have you hanging in a noose Every verse, every bar it sound like Shawnie been reused Mixed with Hennessy, and fused, with everybody else's fruits Ain't no excuse, it ain't cute, I ain't worried bout no suits Know my God will make em scoot T almighty like he Bruce, with my pen, I feel like Zeus, ain't no Celling's out my noose, Guess they found the golden goose Ima rep my city, how I spit it got obtuse Song be ringing like I'm married I done lost another tooth How I'm rapping on these beats I'm knocking everything a loose How I'm punching on these drums they might arrest me for abuse Aye, Of the roof, of the roof, of the roof, of the roof Might arrest me for abuse, Aye At the Top of the roof, to the top, to the top, to the top That's just what i do aye, Young Shawnie got it cool I might just pull up to the parking for the view, aye them boys aint never knew Had my vision cloudy getting skewed baby I knew this exactly how to move, I had to take it to the roof