Bigger

Haha

This nigga crazy (Surf)

Bae, say something on the mic

Bitch, I'm high as fuck (Yessir)

Let me add Ally to the second verse, she in there? Ha (Hey)

Haha, bitch

Smoking Cookie Crisp (Yeah), stupid bitch (Stupid bitch, yeah, hahaha)

(8-8-8-808 Mafia)

All that shit, fuck yo' Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (All that shit)

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

I got a job for you ho's, finding a bigger bitch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Uh, young rich niggas, we rare (Uh), all the ho's stop and stare (Uh-huh)

Louis V underwear (Uh-huh), VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh), Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh), In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air (Uh-huh, oh-oh-oh)

Whole lotta gang shit Kel-Tec go Bang (Yeah, gang-gang)

Huh, bust out the brain, bust-down my wrist with Baguettes that’s the name (Yeah)

Lace up the Gucci's, and run to the bank (Uh), Double R Truck, pull out (Uh)

Kel-Tec tucked in the back seat, pull out (Brrt), fuck nigga run like a track meet, pull out (Brrt-brrt)

Pop out, aim at him, knocked down, then I put the top down

Turn up the music, yeah rock out (Yeah), I need fellatio, my cock out (Yeah)

Ion’ trust you hoes, still got my Glock out (Uh), I used to stay two doors down from a crack house (Ye-ye-yeah)

Two years later I was working in a crack house (Uh-huh), niggas run in and gun twerking in a crack house (Brrt-brrt)

I was smoking 'extendos, and White Owls (Yeah), Trojans and ‘Timbos, yeah (Uh)

My shirt collar polo (Uh-huh), yeah from TJ MAX for the low, yeah (Uh-huh)

Came a long way from those days, if I could go back there I would go there (Yeah-yeah, uh-huh)

Cause’ I had all my bros’ there (Uh-huh), never mind i don't wanna go there

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

I got a job for you ho's, finding a bigger bitch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Uh, young rich niggas, we rare (Uh), all the ho's stop and stare (Uh-huh)

Louis V underwear (Uh-huh), VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh), Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh), In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air (Uh-huh, oh-oh-oh)

Im surfing on the wave, numbing all the pain, Novocain with the Percs (Uh)

Im out my body beat me up scotty, yeah I ain’t coming back to earth (Uh-uh)

Without that Molly best believe he ain’t gon’ kill nobody (Haha)

My niggas don’t need no money, if I tell them they’ll kill somebody (Brrt-brrt-brrt)

Uh, yeah, nigga, what's good? Four of my niggas ride through your hood (Brrt)

Uh, yeah, wish you would (Yeah, who?), who do you think you are, Young Suge? (The fuck?)

Uh, yeah, gettin' in good (Ye-yeah), leave 'em laying on the front porch like his house haunted (Yeah)

Roll up 'woods, pour up mud, let's get stuck (Let's get stuck, bitch)

Where'd all the real ones go? We the only real ones, uh (That's for real)

We in yo' place, get in the way, we gon' kill some (That's for real)

I miss my dog, enemies fall, make him feel us (Uh-huh)

Won't stop 'til we see blood, make him feel the real us (Bow-bow-bow)

Pain in they veins, bullets tear, leave a stain (Yeah)

From the pain in our brains (Ah-ah) when they took when I gained (That's facts)

Now the days ain't the same (Ah-ah), make me wanna scream out they names (Fuck)

No reply, so we gettin' high (Ah, fuck), plottin' from the other side (Boom-boom)

Fuck your Glock, I need a gun with bigger tits (Oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Pop that 30, not that 10, I need a bigger itch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

I got a job for you ho's, finding a bigger bitch (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Tryna move that cocaine by the zip, hide it by your tits (Yeah-yeah-yeah, oh, yeah, uh-huh)

Uh, young rich niggas, we rare (Uh), all the ho's stop and stare (Uh-huh)

Louis V underwear (Uh-huh), VVS solar flare (Uh-huh)

Eskimo polar bear (Uh-huh), Designer I wear (Uh-huh)

Bad vibes over there (Uh-huh), In my recliner chair, putting biscotti in the air (Uh-huh, oh-oh-oh)

(8-8-8-808 Mafia)