Big Boy lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) Brr
Anybody go against the gang is real bad karma with them choppers
You dig?
Chasers
Woah, uh

[Verse 1]
n*ggas know who run the city, I'm like, "Yeah-yeah"
Gave my sister platinum Amex card, was just on welfare
My dog had asked me to bring the AR out, and I'm like, "Hell yeah" (Hell yeah)
Y'all only be poppin' out at the club 'cause y'all know 12 there
Still step on you like twelve stairs (Let's get it)
I can't take no more
Catch a rapper and snatch him out his jewels 'cause I can't fake no more
Ridin' with some sh*t, R-C-O-D, can't even play no more
You swing on me, my dog attack
That switch hit 'til it don't spray no more, he emptied that
I'm from Philly, backdoor, we get into that (Philly)
I would really whack you 'bout that sh*t you said on the internet (No cap)
Richard Millie, right there in the trenches where we sinnin' at
He tried cut through the alley and got smoked right where the fences at
They don't know where my mental at (They don't)
I think n*ggas think it's sweet 'cause I've been givin' back
Call cuzzo, "Take them rentals back"
[Chorus]
Yeah, where them n*ggas that been poppin' all that big boy sh*t?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these n*ggas, I can't even show no more
Put this b*tch on seventeen PJs, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah

[Verse 2]
Lately, I been like, "f*ck n*ggas" (For what?)
'Cause I don't trust n*ggas
Cut 'em off, I don't f*ck with 'em, must be a f*ck n*gga
Big Phantom in the trenches, feel like a truck, n*gga
I can f*ck for free, but done give her racks 'cause I f*ck with her
Million dollar in jewelry, I rock Louis with my dance with it
She act like a groupie, I get stupid on her, won't hit it
I fear no n*gga, I'm here, four killers
No tellin' how I'm comin', it might be Cullinan or a four-wheeler
She ain't tellin' that we f*ckin' 'cause she can tell that I got more b*tches
More Glocks, more switches, trappin' off of Forbes lists
Yeah, and these n*ggas don't want no war with us
Posted up in the trench, I got that chop' right by the store with us
I get to lockin' in like I went broke when I need more millions
More money, more killers, sh*t just make me more vicious
I flew her out on a one-way, ain't been back 'cause she on tour with us
[Chorus]
Yeah, where them n*ggas that been poppin' all that big boy sh*t?
Brand new AP on my wrist, know that's a big boy brick
Hundred rounds from out that chopper, this a big boy stick, yeah (Brr)
Who wanna go to war?
Show way too much love to all these n*ggas, I can't even show no more
Put this b*tch on seventeen PJs, that ain't your ho no more
Send the blitz, them killers come with that switch, so they can't blow no more
Brr, blow it, yeah