Big Bag

I'm going for the half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Baby brakes by doing wheelie'
The bad bitch doing dili (hey)
Yeh, gra-gra boom
The baller in the city

I got in as a passenger, told the brodie to drive
Bring it to me in person, I won't let you send it.
At 120 the toll, that guard is chasing me
Ballers really live it up, we're always after that big bag
Firm, never zig zag
With the SIG Sauer they are caught leaving 'e Six Flags
He stayed out there, he doesn't survive on the island
My gymnast is nineteen and she makes them do flip flap

With Draco and the demoness on the ship listening to Ferxxo
Fuck that nigga Cupid, with the bales I shoot them
I step on the ship and how I disappear
I'm going to leave him with nothing if he doesn't pay me that bill.

I'm going for the half a milly
Fuck niggas think they silly
Baby brakes by doing wheelie'
The bad bitch doing dili
Sexy moves, baby, hang out with the ballers in the city
Get on the ship so you can see life from another point of view

Feds on my back (uh), investigating the license plate (fuck them feds; ah)
I'm never gonna bend (uh), I make time like Flock (never, frr)
The street made me, I will not betray
I was never carried away by vice and that's how I started (bitch, grr)

The bros controlling the module and I have the labels (I need them cramps, bitch ass nigga)
The family doesn't die, you saw it in the newspaper (aha, LFNM, motherfucker)
Cocaine, weed and fentanyl (grr), I be with them murderers (them real prison niggas)
You be with them pussy niggas, with the informants (pull up, we are not asking)
All these thugs are made of cardboard (grr), they wanna be gangsters (mera, tell me, Jota)
I made time in the traphouse with three hundred next to the mattress (aha)
Put that syrup in the frappé and I'm kicking around with the crackers (bitch, fourteen)
They don't come to my song, they're afraid I'll kill them (Woh; I got them runnin' away)
I'm tryna be a millionaire, status bitch, a billionaire (grr; wah)
The gang full of hustlers (aha), in the kitchen I am Heisenberg

Tell him, Clarent, what's up, from the wave to KP (aha)
All my holopers and my kileros walk like this
Gra gra boom-boom