King-F - Bigger Than Life

Roll up the woods for my niggas that's gone
Can't love a bitch only loving my mom
I know the opps wanna see that I'm gone
That's why I keep 30's inside of my palm
But if I'm lurking I use the revolver
Maison Margiela And Christian Dior
I love the game I feel like Le'Bron
My bitches got bodies like Nicki Minaj
I seen my opp in the club he was drunk
Bet he ain't know I was strapped with my gun
He started wilding but that was a bluff
Man listen I promise this ain't what you want
Countin Freebandz like I was with Future (Gang) (Yea)
I want a grenade I want a bazooka
I'm down to smoke me a nigga like hookah (You know that)
You know my body I'm living exclusive
These bitches be selling they soul for the Gucci
She give me head while I play with her coochie
And she wanna fuck while I'm wearing my jewelry
We with the smoke yea we really polluted
You say you with it then you gotta prove it
And if you pull it then you better use it
You can get beat up like you was the music
Gotta be cautious niggas be talking
Watch what you say
Secret informants giving you charges
Watch what you say
I was on the road but I wasn't touring
I was trappin at Rutgers but I wasn't dorming
Facts facts facts
I don't need a hook I don't need a chorus
I don't need a hook I don't need a
Everything foreign they wanna deport us
They wanna deport us my nigga
I walk in the club I'm very impotant (Yea VIP)
Look at my clothes this shit is imported
I know you rather see me in the box
I still be praying be making salaat
Take off ya wrist nigga gimmie ya watch
I had your bitch in the whip giving top
You calling her phone and I told her accept
Why you keep calling tho?
She talking to you while she giving me neck
You married a thot so I know you upset (Yea)
I just had switched up my whole style
And they still stuck on my style
Might just go cop me a Ghost now
Stick with the bros like we Zoe Pound
Still got the coke we got dope now (Facts) (Yea)
(Facts) (Yea) Still got the coke we got dope now
I put Moncler on my coat now
Gamo Gamo Gamo Fastlife Play For Keeps
Gamo Gamo
Fastlife Play For Keeps No Brakes No Rats
No Brakes No Rats Fastlife Play For Keeps
No Brakes No Rats ounting money counting racks
This is no hook I don't need a chorus
I don't need a hook I don't need a chorus
Everything foreign they wanna deport us
I walk in the club I'm very impotant

Written by:
Farrahd Williams

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