Big Whop
Rrr
Always in the hood, everywhere else I use GPS (GPS)
My dawg be drivin’ with them packs like he UPS (Yeah)
Lil’ folks missed the headshot, still shoot his neck (Damn)
Say she bleedin’, I said, “It’s cool, I still want the head” (Come on)
Don’t play football no more, I still got that sack (Got that sack)
Yeah, I’m Big Whop, still got a big MAC (b#tch)
You know I’m a pimp, hit yo’ b#tch in a Cadillac (Ayy, ayy)
When see me out with Spinz, we tryna push a n#gg# sh#t back (Rrr)
n#gg#s don’t drill for real, man, they just rap (No bap)
n#gg#s go to jail and turn to b#tches, boy, on James Tapp (On Tapp)
I don’t care who bought your homie, n#gg#, you get no dap (f#ck n#gg#)
The way my n#gg#s ball, you’d think we had no hair (Ballin’)
I be puttin’ that sh#t on, boy, this Moncler (This Moncler)
n#gg#, f#ck these songs, I be rеally tryna take it there (f#ck n#gg#)
That boy camе to my hood and died right there…
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