Letras
I got a corner shot
wrap it up in the plastic
I see you tryna figure out the code
but I cracked it
Biggz gwop I get the money and band it
You know prime slime he ain't a regular bandit
Just look inside the blender it's a horrible sandpit
You're talking bout the money
Then you're talking my language
In the interview room no comment to no comment
I only know two words in there I'm a spastic
Stepped in the crib with hella snow but its rock now
My Faygo's red white and blue call it Moscow
My Firework's red white and blue call it Moscow
You know we're doing wholesale here and the retail
You know we're selling wholesale food like we're Costco
You know that you might see me out with Kilo and Quatro
Come link me outta bounds and end my day on a high note
Keep going against so you can go in the light punk
Keep gassing up your mate you'll find his ass on a backroad
But not before the feds if I was feedin' him hot shit
At age fifteen my street name was Boss Biggz
Round age ten my niggas knew me as Biggle then
Age twelve bust a punks head and went to fed cells
It wasn't with a ...
I bust his head from a headbutt
You're not a main factor that's why you got gun-bucked
Drunk bitch spilt my whole lean
Where's your Uber at?
Where's your Uber at?
Where's your Uber at?
She don't know I got baddies on the way
Where's your Uber at?
I'm looking at your shoes and I can see you drink Pinewood
Stop looking for the Phenergan you know I got the Phenergan
I peeped
You're tryna bite my style like a crocodile
You're lion on the beats But I'm the King of the Jungle
And I brought out the blick today I'll turn you to a poltergeist
And never ever ever have I looked up to the older guys
Cos every single one of them I know they ain't on anything
I'm in a crime ring This a pinky not a wedding ring
Ten ton presser on the floor its for the heroin