Big B's

(Ayy, Tana fye that shit up)

It's LoLife

Motherfuckin' Blacc

I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'

**** want a deal on a bow

Tell him get 10 or more

Then we can discuss the ticket

My main ho wrappin' the box

My side ho trackin' the box, go get it

Even if I had one leg

Keep one in the head and bitch

I stand on business

Fuck I look like askin' a **** for help

Sell that shit myself

100 packs just came in

You took your time

So it's probably two of 'em left

Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf

Take a flight

Pick it myself

They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"

When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef

Ain't got no money, ain't gettin' fronted

My ****, just move around

Fill a tank, then fill a trunk

She GPS them pounds to town

If you can move 100 bows

Then me and you got common ground

Pickin' up some bowls in country town

Got a lot, don't make a sound

Day dreamin', sittin' in a cell

I made me a bond, then made me a sale

Took a flight, shoot a box overnight

When I bust that bitch open

Ain't none' but the bales

They keep askin' "you rappin' or trappin'?"

I told that bitch I'm signed to the scale

My young **** ugly, he be shootin'

I call his ass Sam Cassell

LoLife

I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'

**** want a deal on a bow

Tell him get 10 or more

Then we can discuss the ticket

My main ho wrappin' the box

My side ho trackin' the box, go get it

Even if I had one leg

Keep one in the head and bitch

I stand on business

Fuck I look like askin' a **** for help

Sell that shit myself

100 packs just came in

You took your time

So it's probably two of 'em left

Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf

Take a flight

Pick it myself

They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"

When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef

Come buy 100 bows, don't ask 'bout transportation

You know I ship

Lil' buddy Bold, ran off with that load

You know Lil' bro got killed

Zaza weed and Texas tea, wholesale a P

Can't sell no zip

Rerock the weed, rerock the lean, light, des, qualitist

Before rappin' on 808's

I was trappin', 448

Press up the pills

Scrape up the shake

Microsoft like Bill Gates

Take out the .9 like Rondo

Serve out vacants, trap our bondos

Me and LoLife stick together

Like percocets, fentanyl and bondo

Maxo

I got big B's boppin' their head to this shit, they know I'm crippin'

**** want a deal on a bow

Tell him get 10 or more

Then we can discuss the ticket

My main ho wrappin' the box

My side ho trackin' the box, go get it

Even if I had one leg

Keep one in the head and bitch

I stand on business

Fuck I look like askin' a **** for help

Sell that shit myself

100 packs just came in

You took your time

So it's probably two of 'em left

Indo, don't do depth, only top shelf

Take a flight

Pick it myself

They keep askin' "are you rappin' or trappin'?"

When the bag sell out, I turn to a chef

I got big b's bumpin' their head, they know I'm crippin'