Ay, look look everything big except my body count
Still spending rap game money, fuck bitches talking bout
Told y'all I'm the biggest, statistics and lyrics match my mouth
Mona Scott can't pay one bill in my four story house
This pussy plain jane, this pussy untouched
Y'all bitches passed around, bustdown ain't worth too much
This a fake ass chain but me I'm real as fuck
How the hell I'm passing town in a lamb chop truck
But that's beside the fact, how you big but not the racks
How you big, can't name a track?
How you big but can't hang a plaque?
Bitches talking chains they CEO bought, but go off
Got it out the mud, so hell yeah imma show off
Bitch, stop playing with my pen, I been that since 16, a bitch mean
I'm pulling rap hoes cards like the vaccine
Y'all seen me on the flatscreen
Imma rap bitch, bad dream
Write rap and sings, plus the looks bitch Imma cash machine
Bitches taking shots but they nigga chasing me
Got my doors unlocked in Hollywood, shout out to Jason Lee
Cause that glock, it stay with me, Latto but don't play with me
He say "I got a slick mouth" and it get wetter on my knees
Strapped like some Jabo jeans
What's tea cause we could blow steam
Out of good will, I let bitches have my old things
My old flings
Look, fuck who ain't feeling me
I'm in my prime, Amazon can't fuck with my delievery
On god
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