Bigger Than Me lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Produced by Jordan Mosley]

[Hook]
These n*ggas ain't bigger than me
These n*ggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n*ggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n*ggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n*ggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n*ggas talking that sh*t 'bout a new generation, man
f*ck these n*ggas, I'll slash your f*cking faces

[Verse 1]
You n*ggas ain't sold sh*t, not an album or a rock
pus*y n*gga putting rings on my old b*tch
di*k down the throat ass n*ggas, old ho' ass n*ggas
Happy 'cause you went gold ass n*ggas
These n*ggas ain't spitting with me, you ain't sicker than me
f*ck out my section, you ain't sitting with me
This for very important people, it's clear that we not equal
Clear you n*ggas faggots, I'm the black Marshall Mathers
Like "ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
Who needs Hulk Hogan when you got Sting on this motherf*cker?
Less than five albums, Kiss the Ring on this motherf*cker
California throne and I'm the King on this motherf*cker
I don't wanna hear it – weak ass lyrics
Crying on the hook, thinking we gon' feel it
Old lost ass n*ggas, voice crack when you talk ass n*gga
Rolling blunts for the boss ass n*ggas
I came in with 'Ye, Jeezy and boss ass n*ggas
Your Freshman cover a whole bunch of soft ass n*ggas
Tampon lyricists, evacuate the premises
Mute BET cyphers cause I don't wanna hear that sh*t
May you rest in p*ss, you f*ck n*ggas
Ayy Frank Ocean, go ahead and f*ck these f*ck n*ggas
(Yeah, they f*ck n*ggas) Ain't no 3 Stacks in your class
Take your Top 10 spot and shove it up your ass, b*tch boy
[Bridge]
n*ggas already f*cked your b*tch, you b*tch boy
And every time you kiss on that ho you suck my di*k, you b*tch boy
And when you buy that ho a bag that b*tch carry my bricks, you b*tch boy

[Verse 2]
I was in the XXL, Red Chucks 'round my neck
I was the G in the Unit, had Buck round my set
Word to the Rhymes, had Busta Bus round my set
Gave Whoo Kid a Glock in case they bust round my set
I'm from Compton where that Glock can't f*ck with that Tec
That's on Bompton, 40 Glocc got socked in his neck
This is Spawn in the flesh, you a pawn hit reset
Five in the chest, I'm Makaveli the Don in the vest
Don't say "What's up" when you see me, you a pus*y n*gga
Strangé, fake ass Kanye, fake ass Weezy
Fake ass jewelry, how I know? I'm at the pawn shop
n*gga better off jacking Flav for his alarm clock
Speaking of time, how much more 'til the Game drop
So you can suck my di*k and Complex can count my name drops
I been the underdog, I'm cool in my dog house
f*ck all these pus*ys, give me any name to call out
Left Aftermath, Dre told me ball out
Stunna put me on a private jet then we balled out
Landed in Miami, met some b*tches ate 'em all out
Black Marshall Mathers, time to show 'em what this saw about
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
[Hook]
These n*ggas ain't bigger than me
These n*ggas ain't Nas, ain't Jigga to me
These n*ggas ain't Em, they ain't 50 to me
You ain't Pun, you ain't Pac, you ain't Biggie to me
These n*ggas ain't Crips, they ain't 60's to me
These n*ggas ain't Bloods, they ain't dripping with me
n*ggas talking that sh*t, 'bout a new generation
Old emoji ass rappers, all their smiley ass faces
f*ck n*ggas

[Outro]
Ayy, Frank Ocean go ahead and f*ck these f*ck n*ggas
Yeah, they f*ck n*ggas
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
"Ying, ying, ying" on a motherf*cker
Drop your single, I drop "Dreams" on that motherf*cker
I should let my daughter scream on this motherf*cker
The industry soft, I should let Miguel sing on this motherf*cker
Ride out
Blood money, we gon' ride out
Ride out
And don't think I won't send six n*ggas to your hideout
Rich Gang
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