Big Shots

Hey yo, we big shots, big shots

And we done fuck all y'all bitches, y'all bitches

I only fucks with my ****, my ****

Some real true to life killers, killers

We taking other people money, they money

And then we buying all the cars, the cars

Then bump 'em on chrome, chrome

Besides that though, we stars, we stars

I'm the capo di capo, boss of New York

Cover my mouth when I speak, feds watch when I talk

Throwing hits at the judges in the criminal courts

Criminal thoughts, these streets where killing's a sport

This is mafia music to murder you with, inserted the clips

Drive bys in our convertible whips, the verdict is this

Four-fifth burning my fist, pulling shades down, murderous bitch

Anonymous threats, blueprints designing your death

Organize crime times, throw a bomb in your Lex

Fadam or Begetz, killers might climb in your rest

Two nickel nines left a dime in his vest, sometimes in his chest

Crime scenes covered in tape, blood in the gates

Black robes, funeral homes, shooting your wake

Kidnap raises children to be real men

Other people money, we kill men

Hey yo, we big shots, big shots

And we done fuck all y'all bitches, y'all bitches

I only fucks with my ****, my ****

Some real true to life killers, killers

We taking other people money, they money

And then we buying all the cars, the cars

Then bump 'em on chrome, chrome

Besides that though, we stars, we stars

My guns pull like Sammy the Bull

Sin'll pop you, DOA'll mob you

Mafia style, force me, body a child

When I get locked it's like Gotti on trial

Five years in the pen separated from friends

I'm only twenty-one, kept the shakers and gun

Blow in your face, stab you below your waist

The type to chase death like Faces of Death

Sipping the Henny, praying, let the Lord forgive me

I know I spit hot like the Devil was in me

Claiming my tote, the type to put woke in the church

If my gun jerk, more holes in your shirt

Busting my gun, who you know fucking with Dunn

Put six in your bun 'cause I ain't feeling you son

Stop the bull, y'all ain't got guns to pull

Y'all still yapping, ain't enough gun clapping

Hey yo, we big shots, big shots

And we done fuck all y'all bitches, y'all bitches

I only fucks with my ****, my ****

Some real true to life killers, killers

We taking other people money, they money

And then we buying all the cars, the cars

Then bump 'em on chrome, chrome

Besides that though, we stars, we stars

Hey yo, we big shots, big shots

And we done fuck all y'all bitches, y'all bitches

I only fucks with my ****, my ****

Some real true to life killers, killers

We taking other people money, they money

And then we buying all the cars, the cars

Then bump 'em on chrome, chrome

Besides that though, we stars, we stars