Big Biznezz

Oh my God Hocus

Vaze on the track boy

Yeah, Meech to go and get 'em

Meech to go and get 'em

Meech to go and get 'em

Okay

I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'

Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'

These **** be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'

I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr Clapback

I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God

I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God

She ran up some racks, yeah that’s my money bitch

I used to be poor, didn’t had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God

Take a look at me, they still in the rookie league

I was sellin' P-s and pushin' P, now they can book a G

I threw easy done we takin' jets and flights across the sea

Name an opp, can't talk to me

Name a **** who bossin' me, on God

Yeah I come from pressure, this shit pressure how we spend bands

She gon' feel the pressure, she ain't gon' ask me "is it in in"

300 in this Tesla, be established just to get in

300 shots the battlefield, Lil Fletch like we didn't win

I cut lose some knots and ties, why?, 'cause they disband

Thick bitch, she spread 'em thighs wide, this shit different

I run up some numbers in the summer, this shit in in

I'm not into drama, I get commas, what's the business, on God

I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'

Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'

These **** be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'

I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr. Clapback, on God

I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God

I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God

She ran up some racks, yeah that's my money bitch

I used to be poor, didn't had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God

Hellcat mopped out Jeep truck swervin'

I was in the backseat hungry and hurtin'

Now I do my thing and grindin' with a purpose

I know I ain't perfect, but I know I'm worth it

Not new to the game I can't put trust in a person

They shake ass for fame, that shit crazy, **** twerkin'

Shawty who they blame 'cause they hurtin' while I'm splurgin'

But I was at the bottom with the gang like a Persian

Used to ride the backseat, now I rock this jewelry now

Used to talk but that's cheap, they pay me for my service now

Sending shit, I won't wait no time, she celibate then I might sell a bitch

Most shit on my mind some scary shit, but I ain't scared of shit

Nate did nada all he know is make a dollar

I'm from where they make a problem

Throw the bait, really rob 'em

Duck a case, fix your posture

Why they hate, they fit the roster

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

I can't fuck no bitch without a rubber, she can't trap nothin'

Can't try me like no busta' from the gusta', you can't count nothin'

These **** be some suckers on the cover, ain't gone clap nothin'

I'm pushin' P I'm pushin' issue, yeah I'm Mr. Clapback, on God

I went got some cash, I'm on some money shit, on God

I got off my ass ain't on no flunky shit, on God

She ran up some racks, yeah that's my money bitch

I used to be poor, didn't had none of this, ain't that a bitch, on God