Giant lyrics

[Intro]
I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant, yeah
Who made this beat?
I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant
Twysted Genius, baby
I'm a giant, I'm a giant, I'm a giant
I'm a motherf*ckin' giant now

[Chorus]
I know I'm bigger than n*ggas, pop more sh*t than a pistol
And if my b*tch make me mad, I might just f*ck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to f*ck up the game
We don't f*ck with them n*ggas 'cause most of them n*ggas lame
I turn a four to a nine, turn a nine to a half
Turn a half to a whole, I damn near f*cked up the bowl
I never purchased no weed until I bought a truckload
Every time that I order, I order a thousand or more, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm a giant in these streets, n*gga, yeah
I don't got sh*t for sale unless you gettin' a bale
I never ran from no man unless he 12
And if it get out of hand, I would go to jail
I'll die for this sh*t, lose everything I got for this sh*t
I'm on top of my sh*t, play with me and knock the top off your sh*t
Let me pop my sh*t, I ain't even got a pop, made the rent
Ralo, why you buy a complex? I put my partners in that sh*t
I done cut out the middleman, I ain't worryin' 'bout what n*ggas sayin'
Every time that I catch a flight, know that sh*t cost a hundred bands
Everything that I do in life, know that sh*t came with a plan
If a n*gga ever steal from me, know my n*ggas cuttin' off his hands
[Chorus]
I know I'm bigger than n*ggas, pop more sh*t than a pistol
And if my b*tch make me mad, I might just f*ck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to f*ck up the game
We don't f*ck with them n*ggas 'cause most of them n*ggas lame
I turn a four to a nine, turn a nine to a half
Turn a half to a whole, I damn near f*cked up the bowl
I never purchased no weed until I bought a truckload
Every time that I order, I order a thousand or more, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 2]
I'm a giant, I'm a motherf*ckin' giant
I'm big dawg, look at the sh*t that I'm buyin'
I'm never flyin' unless I can fly on Gulfstream
Got so much money, they think that I'm on the gold fiend
Tiger Woods with the money, Tiger Woods with the hoes
I ain't need no shows, doin' good with the bows
Doin' good with the bricks, doin' good with the pounds
If I get a good number, I'ma ship 'em out of town
I told my n*ggas to stay down, I told my n*ggas we gon' get it
If I ever go back broke, tell them folks come run with me
Tell them folks I need help, tell them folks I need some'
I done made it this damn far, how the hell I'ma be dumb?

[Chorus]
I know I'm bigger than n*ggas, pop more sh*t than a pistol
And if my b*tch make me mad, I might just f*ck with her sister
Referee blow the whistle, we came to f*ck up the game
We don't f*ck with them n*ggas 'cause most of them n*ggas lame
I turn a four to a nine, turn a nine to a half
Turn a half to a whole, I damn near f*cked up the bowl
I never purchased no weed until I bought a truckload
Every time that I order, I order a thousand or more, n*gga, yeah
[Outro]
My favorite four letters and two numbers will forever be "f*ck 12"
I put twelve songs on every mixtape, so I can put it out there
Let 'em know I'm puttin' on my artist mixtape, my mixtape
It got to always be twelve songs, so I can always say, "f*ck 12"
FamGoon