Real rap nigga, been stuck in these streets
Tired of catchin bodies, now i'm killin Dj Plugg beats
BIG LO$ commin thru, niggas better make room
I told y'all it was comin, yeah just stay tuned
Nawf Lil Rock where i'm from, puttin on for the whole city
For the niggas in the town, say they don't like me, well bitch come get me
In this bitch gettin my thug on, known for gettin all the drugs gone
But I gotta take a hiatus, feds ran in my plugg home
Von Miller, I'm a keep a sack
Applyin pressure like Warren Sapp
Ima go pick up the Cali pack
Smoke this shit like I got cataracts
I go to your hood and I rob niggas, you niggas couldn't make it out where I stay
I roll a blunt when I make a play, that's why I smoke all day everyday
Gotta shooter in Souf Dallas, do what I say, was happenin Shae
Walk up blow a nigga brains, broad day, death face
Stashin doe where yo ho live
Like gutter Ima be big
Feezi Redd got the city lit
Boz comin back times ten
I'ma hit the road, nigaa f*ck the mail
RIP to big homie Trell
Slabs of corn hit my nigga Mel
Lil Chi a boss, but he young as hell
Yo bitch choosin, so I might as well
My cup dark, but my dope pale
B Woods livin through me
I just do it for my aunt Gail
Cookin the dope Ima switch up my wrist
Pockets low, Ima hit me a lick
Yo girl and yo sister we makin a flick
Still can't believe my nigga Chris
Pop me a perky then take off to Mars
Don't do the Zanies, I'm sellin the bar
Bust a Juug for my brotha bloody T, on a one five, niggas thuggin hard
Free Strong, Yun Redd, from Hard Head, and Candler Rd Rick
And Lil pat, and Dough boy, and Mayhem, its too man
All my dogs str8 out of Dixie
Zips of cookie for the two fifty
If I f*ck wit you, two hundred
Young nigga got the trap bunkin
Back then, niggas sneek dissin
Same niggas say they ridin wit me
I ain't worried about them pussies though, cause all the real niggas vibe wit me
I was movin gas wit my nigga Dan
My whole team eatin, its a gatherin
Ima get it I just gotta stick to the plan
My son gone be the Mutha F*ckin man
Me, Eli, Q, and Dre, all got the same birthday
All my niggas got gunned dow, I refuse to go the same way
Lotta niggas rappin in my city, my opponent ain't know competition
I'm the king y'all ain't f*ckin wit me
Won't the title nigga come get it
BIG LO$ - Intro (Prod. By Dj Plugg) Lyrics
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Real rap nigga, been stuck in these streets
Tired of catchin bodies, now i'm killin Dj Plugg beats
BIG LO$ commin thru, niggas better make room
I told y'all it was comin, yeah just stay tuned
Nawf Lil Rock where i'm from, puttin on for the whole city
For the niggas in the town, say they don't like me, well bitch come get me
In this bitch gettin my thug on, known for gettin all the drugs gone
But I gotta take a hiatus, feds ran in my plugg home
Von Miller, I'm a keep a sack
Applyin pressure like Warren Sapp
Ima go pick up the Cali pack
Smoke this shit like I got cataracts
I go to your hood and I rob niggas, you niggas couldn't make it out where I stay
I roll a blunt when I make a play, that's why I smoke all day everyday
Gotta shooter in Souf Dallas, do what I say, was happenin Shae
Walk up blow a nigga brains, broad day, death face
Stashin doe where yo ho live
Like gutter Ima be big
Feezi Redd got the city lit
Boz comin back times ten
I'ma hit the road, nigaa f*ck the mail
RIP to big homie Trell
Slabs of corn hit my nigga Mel
Lil Chi a boss, but he young as hell
Yo bitch choosin, so I might as well
My cup dark, but my dope pale
B Woods livin through me
I just do it for my aunt Gail
Cookin the dope Ima switch up my wrist
Pockets low, Ima hit me a lick
Yo girl and yo sister we makin a flick
Still can't believe my nigga Chris
Pop me a perky then take off to Mars
Don't do the Zanies, I'm sellin the bar
Bust a Juug for my brotha bloody T, on a one five, niggas thuggin hard
Free Strong, Yun Redd, from Hard Head, and Candler Rd Rick
And Lil pat, and Dough boy, and Mayhem, its too man
All my dogs str8 out of Dixie
Zips of cookie for the two fifty
If I f*ck wit you, two hundred
Young nigga got the trap bunkin
Back then, niggas sneek dissin
Same niggas say they ridin wit me
I ain't worried about them pussies though, cause all the real niggas vibe wit me
I was movin gas wit my nigga Dan
My whole team eatin, its a gatherin
Ima get it I just gotta stick to the plan
My son gone be the Mutha F*ckin man
Me, Eli, Q, and Dre, all got the same birthday
All my niggas got gunned dow, I refuse to go the same way
Lotta niggas rappin in my city, my opponent ain't know competition
I'm the king y'all ain't f*ckin wit me
Won't the title nigga come get it
Tired of catchin bodies, now i'm killin Dj Plugg beats
BIG LO$ commin thru, niggas better make room
I told y'all it was comin, yeah just stay tuned
Nawf Lil Rock where i'm from, puttin on for the whole city
For the niggas in the town, say they don't like me, well bitch come get me
In this bitch gettin my thug on, known for gettin all the drugs gone
But I gotta take a hiatus, feds ran in my plugg home
Von Miller, I'm a keep a sack
Applyin pressure like Warren Sapp
Ima go pick up the Cali pack
Smoke this shit like I got cataracts
I go to your hood and I rob niggas, you niggas couldn't make it out where I stay
I roll a blunt when I make a play, that's why I smoke all day everyday
Gotta shooter in Souf Dallas, do what I say, was happenin Shae
Walk up blow a nigga brains, broad day, death face
Stashin doe where yo ho live
Like gutter Ima be big
Feezi Redd got the city lit
Boz comin back times ten
I'ma hit the road, nigaa f*ck the mail
RIP to big homie Trell
Slabs of corn hit my nigga Mel
Lil Chi a boss, but he young as hell
Yo bitch choosin, so I might as well
My cup dark, but my dope pale
B Woods livin through me
I just do it for my aunt Gail
Cookin the dope Ima switch up my wrist
Pockets low, Ima hit me a lick
Yo girl and yo sister we makin a flick
Still can't believe my nigga Chris
Pop me a perky then take off to Mars
Don't do the Zanies, I'm sellin the bar
Bust a Juug for my brotha bloody T, on a one five, niggas thuggin hard
Free Strong, Yun Redd, from Hard Head, and Candler Rd Rick
And Lil pat, and Dough boy, and Mayhem, its too man
All my dogs str8 out of Dixie
Zips of cookie for the two fifty
If I f*ck wit you, two hundred
Young nigga got the trap bunkin
Back then, niggas sneek dissin
Same niggas say they ridin wit me
I ain't worried about them pussies though, cause all the real niggas vibe wit me
I was movin gas wit my nigga Dan
My whole team eatin, its a gatherin
Ima get it I just gotta stick to the plan
My son gone be the Mutha F*ckin man
Me, Eli, Q, and Dre, all got the same birthday
All my niggas got gunned dow, I refuse to go the same way
Lotta niggas rappin in my city, my opponent ain't know competition
I'm the king y'all ain't f*ckin wit me
Won't the title nigga come get it
Writer: Karlos Richardson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, CLARKJAY PRODUCTIONS, INC.