Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
Brodie asked me if I seen some bodies drop, I had to lie
Cuz I don't wanna reminisce on ever be traumatized
I remember talking to my n***a bout his homicides
I was writing notes and he was shooting like the columbine
Hop up on the wave gotta do it
N***as wasn't there, promise you ain't never rooted
Still be in the trenches by myself and I maneuver
I don't need a weapon closest n***as are sum shooters
Hallelujah
Feel like it's a blessing when you come from nada
I jus wanted money, and them bitches wanted Prada
Wanted all the Louis, but that bitch is not Madonna
32 Degrees, dripping Gucci and Gabana
27 Gs, stacking chicken enchiladas
For my n***as in the back
Bring em to the front, ain't the type to really chat
But I'm talking my shit to the graveyard n***a
Yea I stay hard n***a
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
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Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
Brodie asked me if I seen some bodies drop, I had to lie
Cuz I don't wanna reminisce on ever be traumatized
I remember talking to my n***a bout his homicides
I was writing notes and he was shooting like the columbine
Hop up on the wave gotta do it
N***as wasn't there, promise you ain't never rooted
Still be in the trenches by myself and I maneuver
I don't need a weapon closest n***as are sum shooters
Hallelujah
Feel like it's a blessing when you come from nada
I jus wanted money, and them bitches wanted Prada
Wanted all the Louis, but that bitch is not Madonna
32 Degrees, dripping Gucci and Gabana
27 Gs, stacking chicken enchiladas
For my n***as in the back
Bring em to the front, ain't the type to really chat
But I'm talking my shit to the graveyard n***a
Yea I stay hard n***a
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
Brodie asked me if I seen some bodies drop, I had to lie
Cuz I don't wanna reminisce on ever be traumatized
I remember talking to my n***a bout his homicides
I was writing notes and he was shooting like the columbine
Hop up on the wave gotta do it
N***as wasn't there, promise you ain't never rooted
Still be in the trenches by myself and I maneuver
I don't need a weapon closest n***as are sum shooters
Hallelujah
Feel like it's a blessing when you come from nada
I jus wanted money, and them bitches wanted Prada
Wanted all the Louis, but that bitch is not Madonna
32 Degrees, dripping Gucci and Gabana
27 Gs, stacking chicken enchiladas
For my n***as in the back
Bring em to the front, ain't the type to really chat
But I'm talking my shit to the graveyard n***a
Yea I stay hard n***a
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek wit the big face
Thick lil bitch and she f*cking wit a n***a for the bag, had to ask her how the dick taste
Big weight, Big weight
Bitch I wanna Patek with the big face
Came from the mud with the fam, real shit so I really started moving at a quick pace
Writer: Cheston Bulgin
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