歌词
Yeen gotta check, don't check on how I'm doin
Did it by myself, you gon' put some respect on how I'm movin
I know what to do come time that money talk, cause I speak fluent
I won't hesitate, I know my head on straight when I remove him
Put a 30 in my cup and let it soak, I'm BYUin
33 came out the nick like I was passin' it to Ewing
Chop Resputia, you won't like when this bitch ask you how you doin
Tracer's fuchsia, boy, I'm tryna see em pass and rip right through you
It's a war zone, but you won't hit the Gu when **** down you
You can pop that self revive, but I got shooters all around you
Have my white boy crack the lo, we on computers tryna hound you
It's all fun and games till we pop up and 2XL surround you
I'm deep in my bag, ****, know you mad, ****
Hit your bitch and left the lil' bitch lone, I know you sad, ****
Who the fuck? I talk crazy cause I know I'm that ****
Both my pockets swole, but I'm used to walk in like a fat ****
But it's coo tho, they think they the biggest dog until they link with Cujo
Walk in, wave the stick and make they head spin like Alex Russo
Make them **** Cranium Revolvis, but I did it with a tool tho
Runnin' base until I'm home, I'm Albert Pujols
B-I-G-two-X-L-E-N-T-T-I-D
Inside dark as hell, but outside of that duffle Louis V
2nem tip the scale so you know who they pickin, you or me
I done turned it up a smooth 222 degrees
Bitch, that temperature gon' touch 451 before I stop
Two the fireman, they know I put out hot shit when I drop
Dropped a nine-piece every month, I'm on my motherfuckin' job
This is heart, it's gon' be like that till this motherfucker pop
B-I-G-two-X-L-E-N-T-T-I-D
Inside dark as hell, but outside of that duffle Louis V
2nem tip the scale so you know who they pickin, you or me
I done turned it up a smooth 222 degrees
Written by: Buddha 2x
