Urhighness - Big Mad

5PM, phone blowin' up
Rambo with the zip costs
125 plus 20, drop that bitch off
Swingin' by the house, grab my nine piece
Rick Ross
Gotta drop this trick off
Can't forget to wipe your tip off
My temper bad, you can miss me with this slick talk
Flip the switch, make them crip walk
Salute me, I'm the big dog
Grew up in the sticks, dodgin' hits
Like we playin' dodgeball
Get missin', before I send them hound dogs
Really not the one you wanna tick off
Shit get ugly when I'm pissed off
When I die, nail me to the big cross
Shawty did me bad, now I'm gettin' big bags
Now you lookin' sad, sorry for the big loss
Get lost, in my feelings over nothin
Think I'm bout to crash out
In the ocean Too much pressure, think I'm bout to pass out
Push me to my limits, yeah, now I gotta act out
Keep the fakes away, yeah, I'm focused on that cash route
Different kinda nigga, what you mad about
Actin' tough, got him laid out
Praisin' clout for a dollar, that's the wave now
Loyalty should bring you royalties
Money one thing I don't play bout
Walk him down, walk him down, face shot
Wrap him like a mummy
History, R.I.P. lil dummy
Choppin' with that drummy
Call that bitch LaTommie, yeah
blind side, never seen it comin
Barrel blazin', bullets hummin
7-6-2, left him walkin' like a zombie
Mmm, shit bag, gotta feed him through his stomach
Livin' fast, tryna see a hunnid
Yellow tag, yeah, you know who done it
Body bags, toe tags Back to back, we keep on thumpin
Lit like gasoline, no trampoline
We get it jumpin

You ain't scarin', I won't spare none
I'm a rare one, I could shoot you or shoot the fair one
S.O.S. when the heater pop, it's not a flare gun
Back to square one, pull up and rock your shit
With sticks, snares, drums
Don't criticize the way we get it
That's the way we livin', did I mention
You gotta get it now, cause later ain't no pensions
I feel tension, I sense dissin', why you doin' that
If we pop first, it ain't no chance that you shootin' back
Fiends cop from a small sniff, no cologne sample
OGs ain't the OGs no more, they the wrong example
I see red, no ragin bull
You a bitch, not a money makin' Mitch
But I'm payed in full
The streets ain't the streets cause there ain't no forum
How you measure a nigga heart
Up the ruler on him
Bitch a Midas
I collect
What's good, Rambo

Written by:
Roy Shivers, Terrell Ivey

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