One time son you know we be the illest in this Push the shit back, QBC gat, plottin to move back The big mouth cat ship'll sink to the bottom Easily overthrowin niggas, rollin over niggas Yo I rose early mornin, spread my wings yawnin Vague memory of

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Car ain't even out yet Big tool long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that Bankroll mafia, can't believe you bought that Automatic long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that You catch me riding foreign shit Off-set Hey say man, hey say man I bet you diamond

I just keep on wishin' that the money made you stay You ain't never cared about that bullshit anyway You know I would throw it all away All this stuntin' couldn't satisfy my soul Got a hundred big faces, but I'm still alone Ayy, I would throw it all away

Taste what's mine 'Cause you so fucking outta line Forever letting them taste what's mine You so fucking outta line The smile on your face the only thing I can't read Left and now you back inside my life All that shit you told me, I believed It's gon'

'cause breakin old habits so hard to do You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You still watch for da haters 'n' the rugged crew When I was shot dat nigga like I started to The coup man 'cause breakin' old

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

You better not get it twisted, nigga For real, no doubt, no doubt (no doubt!) Big shit sick, real thick bitch, when I roll up Respect my name when it leave your mouth You better not get it For real, no doubt, no doubt I see myself as Bruce Banner Some

This is our warning shot ah ah The final call The final call, the final call Came in no clout small bank and my big mouth Small name but these big shots know just' what this kids bout I said shit then I meant shit, coroner I dead shit I treat hoes just

Big cheese pilin' (big cheese pilin') You speed dialin', you talk shit, but I keep smilin' (but I keep smilin') That's your chick, but not my chick, 'cause she got mileage (she got mileage) That's your head, but not my head, 'cause I drop knowledge (I