Big Sm4ckz - Grown Shit (feat. Dojia v)

Ayy, look, uh-huh, bitch, ayy
Said I was gon' knock this lil' bitch, but her friend lookin' way wetter
Ayy, not by how she look, but how the way the bitch pay cheddar
Ayy, smokin' grade-A pepper, only rock with train stepprs
Ayy, pistol whip this nigga till my gun jammed and can't stretch him
Ayy, we turnin' humans to elastic, we gon' stretch him
Ayy, sent the bitch to him on her knees, yes, she blessed him
We pulled up two Drakies on the scene, but we left one
The last card I cracked, hot on to the next one
Ayy, every bitch who turned their back on me, gon' regret that
Designer on my body, head to toe, but it's Mixed Match
Ayy, matter of fact, I can't stand this bitch, take your bitch back
I only liked her when her head by my six pack
Ayy, light ten bands off Sumo with my new hoe
Ayy, big baby still run it in, I give her kudos
Spent a few hundred on hair and nails for my new toes
Same night she came back with AP and some new pros
Come on, lil' thooter don't pull no drunk shit
Put on a lace front or a wig that don't fit
When I get to breakin' on a bitch, I won't quit
It's a stick in the glock, bust all on shit
Come on, lil' thooter don't pull no drunk shit
Put on a lace front or a wig that don't fit
When I get to breakin' on a bitch, I won't quit
It's a stick in the glock, bust all on shit
Come with my money and don't you be short
Get left upside down, Nike sign on Newport
Box Chevy @ the light sittin' on them gold toes
Let her go if she choose, it's part of the bro code
And baby, sitting on a date better take your own whip
You got an aftermarket 30, you should buy a new clip
Loose lip ass n***a, that's the reason why she hit me
Speaking down on pimpin' and she came and threw me 50
Ayy, come on, you beezy let's do some turnt shit
Out renegade hoeing' and you still ain't learnt shit
Hit the bank with a stack, tryna save my earnings
Don't be scared to sell ass if Only fans ain't workin
White bitch from Napa Valley, love Soviet, I'm blind
She know I need a couple dollars before she give me the top
More than a bust down, but no rocks on this watch
Forgot to buy the bitch somethin' every time I shop, n***a
Come on, lil' thooter don't pull no drunk shit
Put on a lace front or a wig that don't fit
When I get to breakin' on a bitch, I won't quit
It's a stick in the glock, bust all on shit
It's a stick in the glock, bust all on shit

Written by:
Shaun Roberson

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