BIG LO$ - Introduction Lyrics

I was raised up to be nothin but a BOS
Don't trust none dese niggas most of em flaw
Wen u deep in dis shit u gone take a loss
Get up wit ya head up and shake it off
Lil bad bitch, yea she sexy as hell
But she look better wen she take it off
I trap on da block den go to da loft
I got love in my city I am da Nawf!
Yung and reckless my niggas say f*ck da law
We gone shoot up yo shit til u niggas move
She starin, she lik my big nigga groove
Buncha pretty lil vibes I jus let em choose
Dat lil tax money spent dat shit on my shoes
Don't be runnin up speakin lik we was cool
Give a f*ck if u member me back from school
Bout my money and family I act a fool
Came from trenches dis shit was blessing
Take it wit force no time for finessing
Blood on da scene imma leave yo shit messy
Flash out on em young Joe Pesci!
Step out dripping lik I got on some dressing
First body wit a thirty eight special
Good aim shoot da stick wit perfection
For I leave I grab my glock off da dresser
Out in LA I'm ballin lik LonZo
I be wit gorillas like Fonzo
On Schiller wit Lil Tank and J Bo
I f*ck wit da bloods but I bang folks
Imma pull up and pull out a bank roll
Stack dat shit up til it can't fold
I got shooters gone bust wen I say so
Dey jus love me ain't got em on payroll
Pressure get applied seen niggas fold
Bitches switchin sides playin different roles
Yea I'm RockRICH but ion rock n' roll
I be in da hood slangin big dope
Comin to my city gotta pay da toll
If it make a profit imma get it sold
Imma young nigga but my spirit old
Give it all to God wat Leoma told me!
Load up nigga if u talkin bout war
Posted up nigga we was trappin our da store
Think u doin sum niggas betta check da score
Pablo jus put me on Christian Dior
Don't need no pistol da f*ck do u mean
Feel lik I'm golfing I'm chasin da green
Most of dese people is not wat dey seem
Ha, Dis rap shit it was all jus a dream
Swear he run it cuz he coachin da team
Well guess wat lil bitch I'm da owner
Good biscotti I smoke lik a stoner
Imma get any bitch if I want her
Cocaine, pills, marijuana
F*ck da feds free my lil nigga Burna
Imma street grad no diploma
Was a intern on da corna!
I told u lil niggas to stay tuned
Dey done f*cked round and let in a monster
Three five in my backwood I smoke like a Rasta
Talk lik a gangster u jus an imposter
Yea ain't do shit and he kno dat I took it
Gone take ya bitch too if she keep on lookin
Vet in da game bitch I'm far from a rookie
I pick on u lil niggas bitch in da bully! (LO$)